S&M Threesome

As a bisexual woman living in a lesbian relationship, I was missing men. I had used Craig’s list to meet men for tryst (sanctioned by my partner), but usually found them limp and emasculated by my personality and presence. I needed a domineering man, so advertised for a BDSM dom who would be experienced in guiding my submission. Darren was one of about a dozen respondents, and promised both a female sub to share my sufferings and many varieties of punishments.

We arranged to meet at a restaurant and I immediately felt comfortable with this confident, strong ex-marine. He said he had a special liking for tall, athletic women, and listened eagerly to the things I liked and the boundaries I would not cross. He explained how is sub, Foxy, was completely inexperienced when they had met three years ago, and how he had introduced her to the pleasures of pain. She said every week she still looked forward to new expressions of his imagination. She had never been with a woman before, and was excited at the prospect of sharing me.

Back at his apartment, Darren handed me a bottle of water and told me to strip. Foxy and I stood there naked, while Darren surveyed my physique. He smiled approvingly. “I love tomboys,” he said. He reached into a closet and handed me some clothes. It was a two-piece animal print top and skirt. As I put it on, he pointed to a high shelf on his bookcase. He had several dozen female action figures from Xena to Japanese Anime, and the outfit I wore matched one of them.

“Now bend over,” he said, lifting my skirt to display my naked ass. I heard him opening a drawer, and take something out. “Foxy, I want you to kiss Carrie and fondle her breast while I spank her with your favorite paddle.”

Foxy obeyed. She kissed my cheek gently and I could tell she was surprised at my softness and smoothness. She pecked at my lips a few times and I felt her arousal grow. I opened my mouth to her and she filled it with her tongue. Then I felt the first slap. I gasped in surprise. Foxy was kissing me deeply as the next spank landed, and then next. “I like to start slowly,” he said, “and build up as your endorphins kick in.”

He hit my right thigh and then my left, in rhythm. I squirmed in pain. Slap, slap. Foxy lifted my top and bit my nipples lightly, shifting my focus. Just when I felt the skin could not bear any more, he shifted his position and spanked a new patch. Slap, slap. I stamped my feet in pain. “Ok,” he said, “take a break. I will spank Foxy for a while. But I want you to wear nipple clamps while you watch.” He took a pair of chained clamps from his drawer and affixed them to my nipples. I gasped at the first sensation of pain, finding it both unbearable and strongly arousing.

Foxy leaned over the bed and I watched as she took harder and harder blows. “Daddy, oh, daddy, you are hurting me,” she said. Her buttocks were bright red and I wondered if mine were the same. I made a gesture toward my aching nipples and Darren grasped the chain linking the clamps. “I am going to pull these off you now. Slowly.” He took up tension, moving the mouth of the clamps from my areola to the tips of my nipples. I cried in pain. “If you want them off you faster, then pull back,” he said. I leaned back and felt them snap off. Darren and Foxy laughed at my cries of ecstasy.

Darren slapped Foxy for a few more minutes with his bare hand while asking me about my experiences with anal penetration. He produced a butt plug fashioned as a fox tail, and inserted it into Foxy. She squirmed in pleasure. He produced another that matched my outfit. “Carrie, I want you to wear this,” he said to me, dropping a spot of lube on it. He leaned me over and began to insert it. I felt tension in my ass and tried to relax. “Yes, that’s it,” he said. I felt the largest part of its diameter pass me and send a jolt of pain up my spine. My concentration was broken by the resumption of his spanking. My involuntary winces made me draw the plug deeper into myself and Darren hummed in approval. He removed and re-inserted it a few times between slaps, each time, making me feel my tightest spot.

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