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“Yes, Mistress.” Yvonne’s blush was attractive, and her eyes sparkled.
Kate looked over at Chris, who grinned broadly as he pushed away from the wall and swaggered over to them. He held several lengths of rope, rhythmically whacking them against his thigh like a predator waiting for its prey.
Most definitely in Dom-mode tonight, just as Kate wanted him. It amazed her how well they fit together, and the way Chris seemed to know which side of him Kate needed.
Meanwhile, Yvonne watched how Chris stroked the rope with long, capable hands. Her blush had spread, and her breathing sped up. Kate smiled and gave Chris the sign to begin. He might be a Dom to Yvonne, but he deferred to Kate in every way.
“Safeword?” Chris caressed Yvonne’s body with an assessing gaze, lingering on her breasts before dropping to the slightly protruding belly.
“Appel.”
Chris rewarded her with a kiss and cupped the back of Yvonne’s neck, his hand with the ropes at her back, and plundered her mouth until her knees buckled. Kate laughedout loud in delight. Chris was carrying Yvonne out at the end of the night if a kiss already had her weak-kneed.
Chris led Yvonne to the high-backed wooden chair at the far corner of the room. On the opposite side was a scaffold, and next to the door stood a new spanking bench Kate longed to consecrate.
Barely audible footsteps neared and halted, Kate looked over her shoulder and gave Connor a nod. The Scot had the early DM shift. Connor grinned and tipped his head before sauntering to the next room. For a big guy, he moved quietly.Sneaky Captain.
Kate turned her attention back to the scene. Chris had Yvonne secured to the chair and had woven the rope through the D-rings at her collar and cuffs and wrapped it around the wood. Per Kate’s request, Chris had tied Yvonne’s legs wide apart, and Kate had a prime view of her glistening waxed pussy. Next time, Kate would wax Yvonne herself. Briefly, Kate wondered who would enjoy it the most.
Chris stood behind Yvonne and kneaded her breasts before rolling her nipples between thumbs and forefingers. He rested his chin on Yvonne’s shoulder and said in a low, seductive tone, “Look at our Mistress, angel. See how she’s looking at your exposed pussy. She’s going to take care of that juicy little cunt, isn’t she?”
Yvonne locked eyes with Kate, and she couldn’t contain her smile at the mix of longing and apprehension on Yvonne’s face. “You’re ours, and you’re going to take everything we throw your way tonight.”
Kate knelt between Yvonne’s legs. She was known for her genital torture, and the involuntary twitch of Yvonne’s thigh muscles told Kate the submissive tried to close herlegs, but Chris had done a great job in securing her. If one activity existed that Kate liked even more than genital torture, it was a good mind fuck. She leaned in to give Yvonne’s slit a languid lick. Yvonne bucked in the chair in answer to Kate’s warm tongue against her sex.
Chris growled, “Hold still, sub. Our Mistress wants to feast on you while I torture your beautiful breasts.”
Kate used her hands to pull apart Yvonne’s labia to reveal the pink insides and her clit. The little nub was hiding behind the hood, but it wouldn’t for long. Yvonne’s pussy convulsed, and Kate lifted her gaze. Chris had attached vicious clover clamps to Yvonne’s nipples and pulled the heavy chain connected to them. Chris might not be a sadist, but he liked to play with breasts, and he loved to give Yvonne what she needed.
Another ripple of pleasure had Yvonne’s cunt spasming, and Kate pushed her face between Yvonne’s thighs. Some Dominants found cunnilingus beneath them, but Kate found giving head or eating pussy extremely rewarding. She pushed her tongue inside Yvonne’s sheath, and the submissive moaned. Kate eased up a bit. No reason to rush; they would be here for a while.
Yvonne screamed as she orgasmed for the third time. She was still tied to the chair. Chris had removed the clamps, and her nipples throbbed and pricked as blood rushed back.
“No,” she whined.
Yvonne looked at the wicked Mistress between her legs. Kate held Chris’s wrists away from Yvonne’s breast as she drank in the look on Yvonne’s face. Kate wouldn’t allowChris to alleviate the pain. The idea that the Mistress made her suffer had Yvonne’s pussy producing even more cream. She slowed her breathing and allowed the pain to wash over her. Her pain belonged to the sadistic Mistress, and Yvonne would crawl over broken glass to please her. Yvonne leaned her head back and met Chris’s solid leather-clad thigh. As always, Chris’s presence balanced her, and the pain became easier to endure.
I love them so much!“Ik hou van jullie.” Yvonne didn’t know if she said it in English or Dutch. Wasn’t it strange, she loved them both? Yvonne let herself float on the heady sensations of love and subspace, disconnected from the world for a time.
It was like she was weightless and drifting on clouds, but that couldn’t be because she was tied to the chair. Yvonne opened her eyes, and she was in the air.What?What was happening? Yvonne relaxed when she connected the dots in her sluggish brain. Chris was carrying her. She snuggled against his broad chest. Her man was so big and strong. Like many Dutch women, Yvonne was tall, but next to Chris she felt dainty.
A soft feminine hand stroked her hair, and Kate kissed her cheek. “We’re not done with you, angel. Are you ready for more?”
Yvonne nodded against Chris’s chest. “Yes, Mistress. My body is yours.”
“Good answer,” Kate whispered in her ear before pulling on her nipple. Hard!
“She loves the idea.” Chris’s heartbeat was a steadylub-dubunder Yvonne’s ear. “She’s gushing wetness all over my arm.”
Kate chuckled. “Oh yeah, our angel is a real pain slut.”
Yvonne squealed as Chris placed her on her belly on aspanking bench that supported her length, and the cold leather shocked her. She tried to get up, but an unforgiving hand at her neck held her in place.
“That just earned you a zipper,” Kate said in a low tone.
Wat?
Chris positioned her arms and legs and clipped her cuffs to the legs of the bench.
