Double Domination

Double Domination

“We’re going to be joined by a guest tonight.”

Nick’s words jolted me out of the book I was engrossed in. “Huh?”

“All you need to know is that he is a Dom and you will submit to both of us.” I could always tell when Nick became strict Master in place of sweet boyfriend because the tone of his voice lowered and he articulated his words more clearly. He meant it.

He obviously noticed my hesitation because his eyes softened. “Is that okay?” he asked in a less severe voice.

Actually I hadn’t hesitated out of any reservations, but out of shocked excitement. My Master had arranged for me to be double-dommed tonight. Wow!

“Yes, Master,” I managed to whisper through the myriad of thoughts crashing though my brain.

He sat down next to me on the sofa and gently took hold of my chin so I was forced to hold his gaze. “I need to know you’re alright with this,” he said, softly. “If you don’t want to do it tell me now and I’ll call Brad and tell him it’s off.”

I shook my head vigorously. “No, really, I’m fine with it. I was just a bit surprised, that’s all.” I smiled to reassure him that I really was happy with the plan and he grinned back.

“Good. In that case be ready at six o’clock. I want you to wear the purple satin corset and nothing else. When the doorbell rings, you will kneel in the playroom and wait for us.” He was back in Dom mode and my stomach somersaulted with happy anticipation.

“Yes, Master.” I lowered my gaze and he kissed me on the top of my head. How I loved this man who never failed to surprise me with his devious plans. Plans made purely for the purpose of making me happy. Well, okay, I’m sure he got his rewards as well, but I knew he was doing this because I’d hinted a couple of weeks ago that the idea of being double-dommed excited me.

At six o’clock I was ready. We were waiting in the playroom although I wasn’t yet kneeling. When the doorbell rang I jumped as the reality of the situation hit home. I had no idea who this Brad person was. What the hell had I agreed to? But I knew Nick would keep me safe so my momentary doubts vanished again to be replaced with excited butterflies fluttering through my body.

I looked at Nick and he nodded at the cushion on the floor. As soon as I sank onto my knees the first stirrings of arousal teased my senses. I loved to be on my knees for my Master.

Before he left me to let our guest in he pulled a blindfold out of his pocket and placed it firmly over my eyes throwing me into darkness. Then he kissed me on the lips and tugged gently on my hair.

“Remember, I expect our usual protocol from now on. I’ve already briefed Brad on your limits and safeword so all you have to do now is obey and enjoy.” His breath tickled my ear as he whispered the words and I shivered as their meaning became clear. There was nothing to worry about – everything had been sorted.

“Yes, Master,” I whispered back.

And then he was gone. I waited for what seemed like an eternity not daring to move in case they were watching me. I was a little disappointed that Master had made me wear the blindfold as I’d been hoping to see what this Brad guy looked like. But if Master wanted me to wear a blindfold then I would. All that mattered to me at that moment was pleasing Master and so I refrained from even touching the soft material covering my eyes.

Before long I heard the soft click of the door followed by two sets of footsteps on the laminated floor. They stopped in front of me and my breath hitched. They walked around me a few times, probably inspecting me. Then someone’s hand touched the top of my head and I jumped slightly. Another hand took a gentle but firm grip of my arm and helped me to stand. I was a little wobbly as the blood flowed back into my legs but the hand holding my arm didn’t let go and so kept me from falling.

Silently the person led me across the room stopping at a seemingly precise moment. I was nudged very lightly so that I moved forward a teeny bit until my legs touched something hard in front of me. A piece of furniture or something. The hand then pushed me forwards and I quickly realised I was being put on our spanking bench. I couldn’t help the little moan of pleasure escape from me as my hands and feet were then secured to the bench. I was helpless and at the mercy of two Doms. My heartbeat accelerated as I heard them striding around me, neither of them uttering a single word. The silence was overwhelmingly intense and added an air of uncertainty to the already electrified atmosphere. It was sexy as hell.

Suddenly a light flogger landed across my bottom. It wasn’t hard but left a tiny sting in its wake. Mmm, nice. They then seemed to take it in turns to warm me up by flogging me with the lighter flogger followed in turn by a slightly heavier, more thuddy one. It didn’t take long for a delicious warmth to spread across my arse cheeks and I welcomed the sensations. I loved being flogged, almost more than being spanked and Master was well aware of that. My heart melted a little as I realised he was putting me into the beautiful place he knew I went to whilst being flogged.

After a while, I stopped trying to work out which flogger was hitting me where, I just relaxed into the scene and enjoyed it. But then, to my disappointment, they stopped leaving me with a dull ache of need throbbing between my legs. It never failed to amaze me how wet I’d always become in response to pain and discipline.

Two sets of hands then started caressing my hot arse cheeks. They rubbed, massaged and tickled – it was Heavenly. I sighed contentedly and wished they’d never stop. Well, except maybe to flog me again. But they did stop and when they moved away from me I groaned in frustration. I wasn’t ready to stop.

Then, suddenly, a loud crack made me cry out in shock. Fuck, what the hell was that? It happened again and I knew then that it was the crack of a whip – a real whip. Oh my God.

When the whip cracked again something heavy landed across my bottom making me scream. As I tried to process the pain I was confused. The pain was like that of a heavy flogger, but the crack of the whip had sounded at exactly the same time. It happened again, the sharp crack of the whip sounding at the same moment the flogger hit me – hard. Ouch, that really hurt, but it felt so good as well.

And so they continued until I learned to anticipate the crack of the whip with the thud of the flogger. Just as I relaxed into the routine, though, I was brought out of my dreamlike state when I was hit without the accompanying sound of the whip and this time it really hurt. I screamed as the pain scorched my skin but then, oddly, it left me wanting more. I’ve never been whipped with a real bullwhip before and I was assuming that this was indeed a bullwhip. We’d talked about trying it one day but Master had said he wanted to learn how to do it properly so he wouldn’t hurt me a bad way.

The whip kissed the back of my thigh, then across my buttocks then back to my thighs, each lash leaving a light, hot stinging sensation burning into my skin. It was painful, but it hurt in the most exquisite way. Something then stung my back, between my shoulder blades, and that was when I lost all sense of rhyme and reason. I was floating in clouds of marshmallows, tasting the sweet torture as the whip flicked its way across my body.

But, gradually, I became aware that the whipping had stopped and that my body was being soothed by something cool and calming. It took a few seconds to realise that there was more than one pair of hands rubbing cream into my burning body and that’s when I remembered our visitor. I still hadn’t seen him or heard his voice but I had certainly felt his presence.

Someone lifted me into strong arms, Master probably, and carried me across the the room. We have a sofa in the corner of the playroom that Master likes to use for aftercare and I smiled into his chest as I felt him lowering himself into the seat. I knew then that it was Master who was holding me, I’d recognise his masculine musky scent anywhere, so I basked in the warmth of his protective embrace as he allowed me to come back down to earth in my own time.

It took a while for me to regain my equilibrium and when I did it seemed I was in for another treat as Master laid me down on the sofa and opened my legs. A tongue, and I have no idea if it was Master’s or not, then slowly licked up the inside of my thigh until it reach the hot, moist evidence of my arousal. I groaned as the tongue flicked over my clit at the same time as another tongue ran over my left nipple. Ohhh… My nipple was sucked in between hot lips and sharp teeth grazed it as the tongue between my legs penetrated me. Every nerve ending in my entire body was now on fire. I couldn’t tell the sensations in my nipples apart from the ones in my pussy as all the pleasure became one.

I was just about holding it together when a finger pushed past my wet folds and probed my soaked pussy while the tongue teased my clit with short, sharp flicks. At the same time the other man took my right nipple into his mouth and nibbled and that was when my entire universe was turned upside down as I was gripped by the most intense and beautiful orgasm I’d had for a very long time. I think I screamed, at least someone did, as wave after wave of release washed over me.

Finally, my body went limp as the aftershocks receded and I’d been wrung of every once of strength I possessed. That’s the last thing I remember until I woke up in Master’s arms. I opened my eyes and looked up at him. The blindfold had been removed but he was still holding me in his arms on the sofa. He smiled down at me and I smiled dreamily back. Then I looked around expecting to finally see what Brad looked like. But the room was empty.

“Where’s…?” I asked with a croaky voice.

“Shh, he’s gone,” replied Master as he put a finger over my lips to silence me. “You’re going to have something to drink now and then you, little sub, are going show me how grateful you are for tonight.”

Mmm… I smiled back at him and nodded. Oh yes, I was grateful alright and I couldn’t wait to show my wonderful Master just how grateful I was.

Double Domination – Part 2

Comments (5)

  1. Very nice (she says fanning herself)

  2. Loved the story. Can’t wait for it to continue!

  3. Thanks Leanne and Pat. I certainly enjoyed writing the story! Part 2 is out now.

  4. WoW blew me away

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