He wondered at the change in his reservations, but things happened, and for now, all he wanted was a long hot shower. But it was not to be. Letting himself in with his key card he first heard, then saw. 

Good God. Checking the room number again, and quietly leaving. Then stopping. His mind torn between going back and demanding them to leave, his room. Or quietly give in and go back downstairs. But what would he say? There are two naked strangers in my room? Strangers? Peeking back around the corner, he caught the profile of the blonde. Not strangers. That was one of his coworkers. Damn, it was her. Herself there. The one who followed him in his dreams, fantasies. The one whom taunted and teased him, all without knowing what she was doing. Her every move another string pulling him into her web. Standing silhouetted against the evening light from outside. 

Who then was that? On their knees in front of her. On their knees, and bending still further over. Kissing her feet? No. Her ankles. Damn, Jesus Mary and Joseph. Now our hero is not normally a praying man. But just then the figure on the floor raised their arms into the air, and he saw. Saw it was a woman. Hannah, the coworker was doing something. God damn. She was winding a cord, or something around the woman's arms, binding them to the post of the bed. Frozen to the spot he found he could barely breathe, much less move to leave. Her body swayed and moved in rhythm to the binding. It went on and on, tightly catching the woman to the post. Hannah stood back, then turned her back to the helpless girl. Pulling a single rose from a bouquet she lightly ran it down the bound arms. By now our hero was hard, damn hard. Watching this intimate act. Wanting to leave, run. Yet, bound as helpless as the girl on her knees.

A sudden intake of breath was the first sound, then a low chuckle from his Temptress. The rose slapped against the bound one now, again and again. Yet she kept her face up, for the blows. And though he knew they did not truly hurt. He felt each one on his own cheeks, as if delivered to him. Hannah turning the rose and now slapping at her arms with the stem, making her flinch as the thorns lightly bit at her. 

"My flower, to cherish, to love, to watch bloom into full beauty. Or to crush and tear. My little garden." Her hand stroking her little flower's head. Suddenly yanking her head back with her hand wound into the long hair. Now cascading down her back.

"Did I not see you flirting with him earlier? Chatting and laughing, leading him on. As if you had the right to share what is mine. Mine. is that not so, my darling pet?" Another gasp drawn from the one on her knees. A jerk to her head made her look up. 

"Yes Mistress. I am yours, all of me is. I was wrong. Little one was wrong to lead him on. Forgive this one." Hannah stroked her flower's head, letting it go. The little one, whose voice sounded familiar too, kept her head up. 

"You know what this means. It means you disrespected me, and our bond. It means I must once again remind you that it is I who owns you, body and soul. Not the first time, yet, it better be the last. How do you feel when I am with others? When my attention is drawn to another?" With a pull of the knot the arms fell free. 

"Stand." And she stood. 

"Assume." And the woman, good God. It was Iris. Hannah's secretary. A beauty in her own right.  He had been talking to her earlier, after dinner. Just casual chitchat about office politics and such. She was intelligent and quick to pick up on nuances and always seem to know what was going on and with whom.

Iris stood and held to the post above her head. Held there by only her own will, and her Mistress'. For that was what this was. Hannah and her slave. Suddenly his knees felt weak, as if he would collapse. His cock so hard it was surely ready to explode. This was a dream, not really happening. Crack, and a mark was raised on her upturned ass. her skin so pale in the soft light. 

"Thank you Mistress." Crack. And crack. Again and again. After each Iris thanked her. her voice sounding hoarser and hoarser as it continued. 

"To whom does this ass, this pretty red ass belong?" 

"You Mistress." Crack. "Please. Mistress." One last crack and Hannah stood up against the girl, grinding her pelvis into the sore, and surely burning ass. Drawing a hiss from her. "Yes, my pet? You said something." 

"Thank you Mistress. I am yours, and only yours. Only with those you choose, shall I share this body of yours." Her arms still high above her.

"I believe you owe him an apology, offering something that was not yours to offer." Backing away and turning towards the door. Instinctively he drew back into the shadows, knowing he should have left right off. Not only could this be embarrassing getting caught here, but he could lose his job besides. But the choice was taken from him. Iris stepped away and bowing a little to Hannah, she walked straight to him. They knew. How? Had they heard him? What was she doing. 

Dropping to her knees, several steps away. She bowed her head. Her voice barely heard. 

"Please forgive me Sir. I offered you a gift, that was not mine to offer. I have offended you, and Mistress. Been selfish in my needs. Mistress has been teaching me to behave, but only you can forgive me. Please Sir? Forgive me for my sins?" 

Standing there. Stunned, unable to speak, to move. Nothing. Drained of will. They had known this? He had been the man for whom she was spanked? His eyes went from the image at his feet, her head bowed, to Hannah, standing tall and proud by the bed, also waiting. he stood, silent. The next step would change his life forever. Would he walk forward, and into the dreams he had long cherished? Or turn and leave. He knew enough about Hannah that this would never be mentioned again. This was his one chance. His one... hell. There was no way he was leaving. Stepping forward he placed his hand on Iris' head. Hoping she didn't notice how shaky he was. Turning to Hannah. In for a penny, as they say.

"Is this how you taught her? That forgiveness was that easy? That all she has to do is suffer a little spanking and ask and it is forgiven? What kind of mistress are you? Do you not love her enough to show her the true way. Maybe you are the one whom needs training?" The shocked look on her face barely registered. He stalked into the room and took her arm, almost tossing her to the ground next to Iris. She got the message though. For a brief, eternal second, she hesitated. Then dropped to her knees beside her pet. Iris stunned, reaching out to touch her. 

"Mistress?" Confused and concerned. This wasn't what they had planned was it? They had thought to wind him into them, as another pet. yet, somehow he had taken over, with just a few words.

"Not what you planned is it? But is this not what you craved my sweet Mistress dear? The touch of my hand, the touch of my whip perhaps? You must be taught obedience or you can not truly be her Mistress. Can you? Do you willingly give yourself to me this night? To share and teach? To help the two of you? Guide the two of you? If not, say the word, and I will leave." having turned the tables he knew, knew in his gut they would not leave. Though Iris looked confused and dazed. Mistress Hannah turned and taking her darling's hand in her own smiled. And offered their tightly held hands up to him.

Standing tall he looked down at the offered hands. Making her, them, wait. But finding himself unable to wait any longer himself. His own anxieties getting in the way. Calm yourself James. Calm yourself. Patience. These beauties are real, not some fantasy conjured out of too many drinks at dinner, or too long meetings. They are real, and here, and waiting, asking for your guidance. Kneeling before you are two of the most lovely women he had ever known. All this was almost too much. It was so sudden. Hannah there, the nymph that had haunted his dreams and fantasies. A Mistress! Not only a Mistress, with experience, from what he had seen, but over Iris. Sweet, gentle Iris. And in love with each other. He held their futures in his hands, taking theirs in his now. Holding it to his belly as he stood silent a few more minutes, making them wait. In reality, trying to come to grips with this. He wasn't very experienced but, why not? There was no way he could walk away from this, ever. He pulled them to their feet, yet stayed silent. Iris simply stood, head bowed, though he could see a tear on her cheek. It shined in the candlelight..

'Sweet Iris. Mistress aside. Do you want me here? If not, Shall I leave? Or if you choose, I shall stay with her, and you can leave. I am not your Master, but..." Lifting her face with his hand on her chin. "If you stay, this night I shall be. I shall expect obedience, and the only tears you shall shed, " wiping it from her cheek, "Shall be one's of ecstasy." Who was I kidding? Could I please such a lovely lady? Yes, I thought so. I knew what she craved, had seen her submission, and knew it now. Without a word I had it. Patting her cheek, before she dropped her head again. She still clung to Hannah's hand though, and for now I would allow it.

"Hannah, one last question, and then I shall no longer ask, but take what I will. May I share Iris tonight? May I have her will, just for tonight. Her heart is yours, her beauty, her loving. But this night I want her will. Gift me with it, and I shall share with you such joy and passion. She shall be our teaching tool, as I show you how to find every ounce of will and need from her. But only with your permission." She nodded, and seemed ready to speak. I hushed her with my hand. "No words till I speak. Though if I do or start something that seems wrong, or that she will not like, please let me know. I do not know her limits, and we shall both trust you this night to keep her safe." Again she nodded, but then pulled Iris to her, kissing her deeply. Christ, I was already ready to burst, and we hadn't started. 'Trust me my pet. This night, you are his. Your will is his. But I shall be here, to protect and keep you safe. I think though, if I may, a gag is best for now. A soft satin binding to keep your cries to a minimum. Is that not right my dear" Iris blushed and tried to hide her face in Hannah's shoulder. Ahh, a screamer. And us in a hotel room. He spoke again. "Your panties then Hannah. Now. Will they not make the perfect gag for her sweet mouth." Iris' eyes widened a fraction, and she smiled. "Though I might have a use for that pretty mouth later." Hannah bent and started to pull them off. "No. Iris will take her gag herself." Instantly she knelt and slowly pulled them from her Mistress' body. Revealing a tiny patch of hair, Lovely. I shifted and tried to adjust myself without too much movement. My pants seemed to bind me as tight as they would be soon. She pulled them from first one leg, and then the other. Pausing and kissing the little patch. Moaning as she inhaled the scent. "No dear Iris. Not yet. Do not start out by disobedience. Hand me the gag. She did, and turned her slender body to me. Her skin so pale, her ass so inviting. The marks from earlier already fading. "See how they fade already Hannah? This night you shall mark her flesh to leave a mark longer then a few minutes, or hours. Nothing to break the flesh, or mar her skin. But enough to let others know, she is taken." I pulled the thin thong back, making sure it had slipped between her lips. We would hear her moans and whimpers, sweet sounds I longed for. But her cries would be muffled. Running a hand down her body I watched her reactions. None, but I saw Hannah's. A glint. Ahh, jealousy. had she never seen another touch her love? I yanked Hannah close, roughly whispering to her, "Are you sure? When I take her, it shall be thoroughly. Can you watch this? tell me now, or I will leave. be sure sweet Lady Hannah."

"She is mine, my pet. My lover. Iris loves me, don't you darling?" her head nodded slowly. Her eyes full of that love, and trust. "He will not take you till I say so, is that not right? And stop if I wish it?" he nodded, and pulled her closer.

"I said as much." Turning away and adjusting himself again, damn. He was so hard it hurt. "Hannah, pour me a drink while I settle her." Taking Iris' by her hands and pulling her close, dancing slowly for a moment as she tried to relax against him.

The music was soft, almost inaudible over the roaring in Iris' ears. The pounding of her heart. His arms encircled her and they danced. Simply at first, then more suggestively. His body reacting to hers, and vice versa. Knowing her Mistress stood watching. Wanting, more then anything, to make her proud. Not let her down. He saw all that in her eyes, when they looked past him to her. Lifting her chin to him, making her meet his eyes... "Pay attention to me. Do not let yourself get distracted so easily from pleasing me. For now it pleases me you dance, with me." Stroking his hand down her back, jerking her closer. "You are too leniently treated, aren't you? Too easily are you distracted. I know this is new to you, but, you.." Swatting her ass gently, then squeezing it hard. "Will obey me." Grinding himself against her. Unable to believe what he was saying and doing. Only in his dreams had he dared such things. But it seemed so right. And true, even now, she was again looking for her Mistress. Pushing her away, so quickly she spun and fell against the chair. "You do not please me. All you desire is within you, waiting to be set free. Yet, you continually disobey. A brat isn't she Hannah?" Waving her off at the first, for she had jumped forward to catch her Iris.

"Where is my drink?" Roughly taking it and quickly downing half of it. Almost choking on it, but hiding that fact. his hands were shaking, did he dare continue. All his body wanted right now was to take these two and make sweet love to them all night, or until he died in their arms. But his mind was a whirl, with thoughts, desires long hidden. Again he stood above her. Her eyes flashing anger. Spirit. Good, he did not wish to break her, only show her where she was neglectful of her duty.

"Iris, come here." Sitting in a chair on the other side o the couch. She started to her knees. "No, you crawl, keep your head up, and crawl to me. Like the pet you are. Her nakedness distracting him, almost making his voice break. Jesus she was beautiful. At first defiant, then a quick glance to her Mistress, yet again. Slamming his hand down on the wooden arm of the chair. "Now. To me. head down now. You do not deserve to see us, for again you are disobedient." Her hair almost covered her face as she stumbled and crawled. Her body covered in a blush. Her bare breasts swaying as they hung free. her ass high, and inviting. When she got within arms reach he pulled her closer, by her hair. Her yelp making him smile. He knew it hadn't really hurt, only caught her off guard. Raising her face to his, her mouth filled with the thong, her eyes almost in tears. Good. On the table was a ribbon, taken from her neck earlier no doubt, he had remembered seeing it. Taking it up he roughly tied her hair back, making sure it was knotted in the tie. So that if she twisted too much, it pulled a bit. Now he could see her face clearly. The pleading in her eyes. Looking away, knowing he could so easily give in. "Has she always been so easily distracted? This little slut of yours." The words chosen carefully, for Iris spun her head to him, and Hannah gasped, then smiled. "Yes, my little whore child has never learned concentration. Could you help her with that? For I fear I am too lenient." From one to the other Iris turned, not knowing who to look at.

"Me. You will pay attention to me, and only her when I tell you too." Lifting her head by the ponytail. "Is that clear?" Her nod barely perceptible. "Good pet." Releasing the hair and petting her like a puppy done good. "Now, for your disobedience earlier. You need to be punished. How shall we start? A spanking? Does that even work with you? For I believe you like the pain of them. Let's see. Over my lap, now." She crawled up, kissing his chest as she laid herself across him, nice touch, but it wouldn't work. Hannah was a woman, and loved her. And though he was a gentleman, he knew how to spank. His cock lurched in his pants, wanting to be free to rub against this delicious flesh. Later, though not too much later. She lay like she had done this before.

"Hold your hands out in front of you, rest completely on me. Hannah, take her hands and hold them. I don't want them to hit me accidentally." Instantly she did as told, kneeling there in front of her pet, about to help in her punishment. What was going through her head? Her nipples were hard, and her eyes glistened, like two fires. "Count them for me, since she cannot. There shall be ten, for now. But, if she jerks away, or you miscount, we will add another five." Rubbing the fine ass, it's paleness seemed to beg for his hand prints. Helping her relax, feeling her body go limp.

Crack. Her entire being jumping, Hannah almost losing her grip. Taking a better one as Iris yelped out around the gag. Again he rubbed, especially where his hand was now so clearly imprinted, in actuality, letting the sting ease from his hand. He would never make it to ten this way. She whimpered as Hannah almost whispered "One." Then again he struck and again, with no time between the two. Again Iris yelped and whimpered, her body tensing, trying to avoid him. Clearly Hannah now spoke. Her eyes locked on her lover's ass, now reddening with the strikes.

"Two, and Three." Crack, Crack, Crack. His hand felt like it was burning. "Four, Five and Six." Hannah's voice now rough and hoarse, her breathing coming quicker, she was getting so aroused from this, and so was he. How about Iris, he stroked and squeezed the cheeks, knowing it made it burn more. Her whimpers and moans erotic to his ears. Her body having broken out in a sweat. Letting one hand slip between her legs, finding her pussy, swollen and wet. So wet he was easily able to slip two fingers in her. She instantly ground back into his hand, wanting more, wanting to cum.

"No, little whore child." Liking the name Hannah had used. "You enjoy this too much I think. Your pussy is soaked and look, stand now." Trembling she stood, her face streaked with tears, her legs barely holding her. Hannah held on to her hands though. Good Hannah.

"You may release her Hannah, we need to move for the last 4. She has soiled my pants with her wetness." Indeed, there was a spot on his pants, but whether from her, or from his own cock, which he knew was leaking, he would not say.

"Kneel on the couch Iris, Hannah, you shall administer the last 4. Like I did. Hard, not those gentle raps you had given her before. She must be taught a lesson. Not to get distracted." Iris had obeyed, though moving gingerly, her ass likely burned with every movement. Hannah knelt beside her, stroking her back, lightly touching the red hand prints. "It doesn't hurt too bad, does it sweet Iris. You know, I can smell how aroused you are. She cums easily Sir." Hannah almost stumbled on the word. "You had better not cum till he says so dear." Crack. Her words not even done as she slapped out, hard and firm. Shaking her hand from the sting. Crack. Iris cried out, and ground her self into the back of the couch. moaning. The roughness of the fabric exciting her taut nipples, her pussy grinding it also. Not cum, she mustn't cum.

"Hannah, you stopped counting. That is five more." Iris jerked her head up, meeting Hannah's eyes, as if in wonder. Had she stopped on purpose? Crack...."Seven, Eight and Nine then, Sir." Iris writhing now, trying hard not to grind against the back, trying to ignore the waves staring within her.

Crack, Crack, Crack. Hannah's hand felt like it was burning. "Ten, Eleven and Twelve." Rubbing her hand across the beet red ass, the hand prints no longer seen, just a red, tight ass, begging to be touched. At the rubbing Iris moaned deeper, unable to stop. Her body using the roughness of the fabric, her clit exposed to it. She shook and tried to scream as Hannah's hand descended again and again. Now on the brink of orgasming without control, falling sideways as her body took over, stopped as the contact was broken. Her hands reaching down to finish, but caught tight by Himself.

"Little whore. I told you, Hannah told you, but you could not control yourself. Look at you, was humping the couch so good? Then do it. Finish your cum, I know you need it. Your eyes, you are so close. Hump the couch and cum then. Now, or I swear you will regret it." Iris, barely able to move knelt again leaning against the couch, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Look Hannah, at your little whore. The couch excites her so she is going to cum on it, leave her juices on it, instead of you, where they belong. See how she writhes. Now Hannah. Finish her punishment, then you and I shall have pleasure, while she watches us. Cum for us Iris, as she finishes, use your lover couch to cum."

Hannah could barely strike as she watched her Iris, heard his words. Realized why he was being so cruel. Iris often did not mind her, and maybe this would help. Oh but it was hard to let her, she wanted to reach out and hold her, but knew it would be a better Iris who finished this night, and a wiser Hannah.

Crack, Crack... "Thirteen, Fourteen" Her throat was dry and she could barely speak, Iris grinding herself into the couch, he reached out and pushed her ass into it, forcing her against it harder. His hands on her red ass as she started to moan and whimper. The waves starting again as her clit was dragged back and forth. Her head back, hair held by his hand, as she shook and came, her screams silent in her throat as her eyes met Hannah's, wet, barely able to see her. The pleasure/pain too much as it tossed her over the edge. Humping against the couch for more and more. Using it as she might her hand. Her nipples rubbed sore by the roughness, adding to the pleasure. Crack. One last one as she fell back into his arms, unable to hold herself still. Her body shaking and writhing as he ground against her ass with his pants, knowing the fabric added to the sensation. His hands roughly squeezing her nipples, pinching them as she whimpered and came again and again. Hannah whispered. "Fifteen." And took her in her arms. Her eyes meeting Iris' as they opened. Iris' pleading with her, but a chill set in. Yes, this was what they had needed. A firm hand to help guide them both, now she was sure. Never again would Iris be so free to cum, she must learn control, and was learning it now. He patted Iris head. "Iris, see the stain you left on the couch. Dirty girl. Lick it up, sniff it. that's the last time you cum without her permission. Understand?" Her eyes stared at him in disbelief. "Now." She was able to only move her head, to see the stain, yes, she had spread her juices over the area where she had humped. Humped the couch. blushing deeply she realized what she must have looked like.

"Instead of your Mistress' mouth, or hand. You chose the couch to make love too. Didn't you?" Pushing her head into the spot, making her sniff, and lick.

"Not again will you." Untying the thong and giving her a minute to work her mouth. She sobbed, and flung herself into Hannah's arms. Her words incoherent, but the meaning there. He let them sit there, Hannah soothing her as he wandered off to the side of the bed, finding a cream. Yes. Tossing it to Hannah. "Here she needs this on her ass, and maybe those tits of hers." Choosing his words carefully to sound crass and rude. Not like himself at all. "Rub that on her. No. Come here Iris." Instantly she was on her feet, though she held onto Hannah's hand and wobbled a bit.

"Here, now." She obeyed, fear in her eyes. He gathered her into his arms. "I didn't want to do that. I would rather have tasted you myself, for I think you must be sweet as honey. But you needed your lesson, your cum is a gift for Hannah, not anyone, or anything else. Is it not better, sweeter with her? Then that couch?" She nodded, and tried not to sob. He took her hands and pulled them above her. Tying her back to the top of the bedpost. With her arms stretched up she was even more entrancing. Her eyes filling with tears.

"No more pain, for now. Hannah is going to treat your ass, and those delightful tits, with that cream. Then, she and I shall dance, maybe make love, who knows. But you only get to watch, unless we need to use you." He stepped aside and let Hannah come forward, her hands tried to be gentle and soft, but it stung and hurt. Tears streamed down her face as she soothed her lover. Nuzzling her neck, whispering her words of love in her ear, but just as firmly stepping away.

"May I make a suggestion Sir?" She pulled him aside and they whispered, Iris unable to hear, though she tried. He chuckled. "yes. That would be fine." Then untied Iris, moving her bonds to the lower rail, so she might sit, or kneel at the foot. "Kneel there, it won't hurt as much, and your legs may rest." She was just at his crotch height and he longed to take her mouth. His cock ready to explode. Hannah returned and knelt before her, a buzzing filled the air. Iris' eyes grew wide, as Hannah laughed. "Here." And plunged in an egg shaped dildo, already buzzing, though only on low. Iris moaned and twisted, but Hannah took the other one, they were attached by a cord and slowly slipped it up Iris' ass, using the cream as a lube. She cried out and fell forward, but Hannah pushed her back.

"There. Now. I think we need the panties again, or she will distract us." He tossed them to her, wiping them against Iris pussy, soaking up some juice, then tying them back around her mouth. "Taste that? It could have been me you tasted." He helped her to her feet and they stood watching her, the buzzing barely audible, but felt, they could see that in her eyes.

"How about a drink Hannah? Throw on a dress and we will go to the bar. Nothing underneath, and bare legs. Quickly now." She moved swiftly and within five minutes they were leaving. Iris pleading with them not to go.

Just as he left he turned. "You be a good girl Iris. Oh, and if housekeeping stops in, don't you bother them. I always have them turn down my bed at night." She knelt there in the dark, not knowing if he was telling her the truth or not. Knowing that at any moment a stranger might come in and find her like this made her want to weep. The only light streamed in from the moon outside and she knew how she would look if anyone came in.

The two walked silently to the elevator. He sensed her hesitation, so pulled her aside and let it pass without them.

"Is it Iris? No one will enter, honest. I have standing orders to be left alone. I just said that to give her something to think about." He felt her hand squeeze his, but... Tilting her face up to his, meeting her eyes, though she tried lowering them.

"What is it? You want to call it off?" No, she shook her head. Tears appeared in the corners of her eyes. "What is it then? Have I offended you with the way I treated her?"

"No, Sir." Hesitating over the word, making him smile. She was not use to this end of the play. "You reached her so easily. Saw into her and knew best how to make her realize her disobedience. I love her, yet.. Never was able."

He pulled her close and hushed her. She was doubting herself.

"No Hannah, Don’t doubt yourself. You love her, that’s what kept you from pushing her like that. But Hannah..." Lifting her face again, kissing away the tear that had formed on her cheek. "You must be strong in that love and know what is best for her, and you, is not always comfortable." Kissing the end of her nose. She was so beautiful, so incredibly sensual, even in her doubts and tears he was aroused. "May I make a confession? This is the first for me. Long have I dreamt of this, of you, and of her. Not knowing, ever dreaming you would gift me with a night, a chance. I am honored, humbled, and afraid myself I will fail you both. For what I want most is to love your body, show you loving like you have never known. God woman, you must have known that. That little scene in my room, a set up. You knew I have watched you for a couple years now. Never daring." This time it was her who smiled and kissed him, starting to speak, but then distracted by their kiss. Soft and slow, then more demanding. Her mouth opening to his. Sweetness and wine. Their tongues hesitant, then more bold. Meeting and touching. Her body pressing against his, melting into his arms. His hardening and thrusting against her. Her breasts flattened against him, her nipples hard enough he could feel them.

"Feel my need?" Kissing again, almost giving in then to bend and take her here in the hall. "Shall we go on, or back?" Coyly she looked up, then pulled away and straightened her dress.

"You told me we were going dancing, and I need a drink." As she reached out and punched the button again. He was losing control of the situation. Once in the elevator, with only the boy operating it. He pulled her in front of him and lifted her skirt, playing with her soft ass as they rode. Her moan stifled. The operator turned, and then quickly faced forward. He wasn’t new, so he realized what was happening. God, such a tight ass. Pale and inviting. He stroked it softly, then with one slap, dropped the skirt and they exited. Her stumbling and her face blushing. For she realized the boy knew what he had done, there was no mistaking the slap. It stung. How long had it been since she had been touched like that? He led her to the bar and chose a table next to the band. They weren’t bad, though certainly not great. Ordering them both a glass of wine and sitting her back against his arm.

They sipped and listened, watching the younger folk writhing and mock loving on the floor. He longed to make her get up there and show off what she could do, he had no doubts she would draw every eye. But there was their reputation and that he wouldn’t compromise. So instead he leaned over and pulled up her skirt a bit. The boys in the band would be the only ones able to see and pushed against her thighs. She resisted, so he slapped at them. Jerking, she spread them, trying to calm. But her hand shook as she reached for her glass. He caught it just in time. For she had almost spilled it. Taking her hand he raised it to his lips.

"See him watching you. He sees your skirt up, and wants more. So give it. Reach down with these precious fingers, and spread your lips for him. Now dear one." Kissing them before releasing. Hesitating and meeting his eyes. He knew what she was thinking. Was this for real? Here? But his hand in her hair tightened, though his smile was sappy sweet. "Yes dear?" Reaching down and laying her hands in her lap. Then slowly, ever so slowly she did. Spread her swollen lips to show the man. His eyes twinkled and he winked, licking his lips. So he knew why she was doing this. Her face must be beet red.

"Keep it like that for now. Just hold them open, so he might dream later of your flower. Or perhaps..." Nodding at the man. "Perhaps I should let him have more?" Immediately she shut her thighs and turned her eyes to his. Wide and frightened. ‘No angel. Tonight you are mine." Using her hair he brought her face to his and kissed her deeply, tonguing her opening. His other hand slipping down and cupping her bare mound. Groaning he almost exploded in his pants. Her scent was on the air. Slipping a finger between her lips he felt her wetness. "You are a little slut. So wet and swollen. Showing off to a stranger. Does Iris know what a slut her Mistress is?" Thrusting a finger into her, her moan stifled in his mouth. Biting down on her lower lip as he twisted it within her. Just as suddenly he pulled away.

"Pull your skirt down. You are acting like a whore." Stunned her eyes flashed and she reached up to slap him. But he caught her hand, again bringing it to his lips. Licking off her sweetness. "Tasty dear. But keep that temper in check. It is I who control this night. Am I right?" Nipping at the tip of a finger, then another. Then the waiter was back. He signed the bill and they left. The floor to crowded to really dance. He took a different path and soon they were in an empty corridor. It led to the pool, closed now, but he knew. It was left unlocked, for it was a short cut for the staff to the other side of the hotel. He let her go first. It was an enclosed pool, but the top was all skylight. The moonlight was dim, but there were the lights from the hall too. So it was like twilight. The chlorine smell almost overwhelming though. They held hands as they circled the small pool. The wet towels from the day still hanging over the chairs, but the water still and calm. A lost sandal looked broken and forlorn at the side. His arm slipped to her waist and pulled her to a stop, and then close. Their mouths meeting and kissing. Tonguing again. More intimate then any sex act with most the women he had been with. Hannah was a lover, not a taker. His cock could no longer wait. He pulled her head back.

"Satisfy me, with that mouth, now. Here. For I need release wench." Almost laughing at the word. It sounded unnatural. "Now," as she hesitated, looking around. Anyone passing by and looking in would see. Finally pushing at her shoulders to make her drop. Thrusting his crotch at her face. Grinding it into it.

"Suck me good baby." Swiftly she undid the belt, troubling with the zipper. But soon, her soft hand was pulling down the boxers. His cock literally springing out and slapping her face. Ready to go in a second. She teasingly looked up. But he wasn’t in the mood.

His hand in her hair pulled her close. The other fed her the cock. Her sweet lips stretching as he forced it in. Her tongue licking at the head as she tried to take it all. He was thick and knew it would be hard to take it. But no longer was caring. Using her head as he fucked her face. "Sweet Jesus Hannah. Open that throat and let me fuck you." Feeling her choke, easing off, then thrusting again. Her throat opening as he got her use to him. As he looked down at her mouth, over stretched and her hands trying to hold him off, her eyes tearing and pleading. Though he knew she was okay, for as he eased off enough to let her breath, she greedily took it back. He could also see right down her top. The paleness of her breasts enticing him. Wanting to be naked and fucking with her. Instead he took her mouth again, now quickening the pace for his cock no longer wanted to wait. It was building faster and he gripped her hair tighter, knowing it hurt, but by her moans, knowing she to wanted it. ‘Aggggghhh...." Inarticulate as he came strongly. Shaking and almost losing control of his legs as he spurted over and over into her throat. Grinding her face into his pelvis as he released his seed. Eternity in those seconds. Only pulling away as he felt her hands pushing at him. Her eyes streaming tears. Cum leaking down her chin and dropping onto her breasts. He pulled back, but held his cock, still half hard and twitching.

"Lick me baby. Clean me. Jesus." As her tongue licked up, almost causing him to cum again. Little tremors making his leg wobble and shake. "Holy Hannah." Letting go of her head and slipping to a chair next to him. Her head rested on his leg. Just resting, catching her breath as he tried to still his heart. They sat quiet for a moment or two. He wondered if he would be able to stand. But finally he pulled her up, meeting her lips with his. Licking his own cum from her chin and then kissing her deeply.

"I did not hurt you dear? You made me wild and I had to have that face, that mouth that has haunted me for years." She nuzzled back. "As long as you return the favour, later." Oh yes, he would. Pulling up his pants and belting up. Though his hands still shook. They went on the elevator, a difference felt in only that single hour of being gone. Closer now, and more trusting of each other.

In the meantime...

Iris knelt quietly. Every sound in the hallway making her shake more. The egg inside her lowly humming, driving her insane. Rubbing her legs to try to get more friction. But Hannah, sweet lady, knew her so well. It wasn’t enough, not quite, no matter how she twisted. Hours passed, though she knew that was not truth. But every minute seemed forever. Soon her legs ached and she shifted. But the egg slipped and fell to the floor. Panicing she tried to squat and retrieve it, but she couldn’t get it. The vibrating filling the air. Oh God. What would they say? She had been so wet it slipped easily out. Especially after she had wiggled and moved trying to gain more vibration from it. They would know.

Leaning back she took the pressure off her legs, her head against the bed. Her eyes closed and she relaxed. Willing her heart to slow down. Without realizing she was sleepy. The emotion of the night relaxing her finally and she slipped into a light doze. It was the noise at the door that woke her, as she tried to kneel back up, but was still dozey. Trembling, unable to see who was there. Foot steps in the room, she turned to follow them. Who was it. Why didn’t they speak? Flinching at the hand on her head, stroking her hair. Was it Mistress? No, a man’s scent filled the air. Though, on the hand. Then it was gone. Sounds in the bathroom. Murmuring. Two voices. It was them then. Wasn’t it?

Then there was music and someone untying her. Lifting her, laying her gently on the bed. Hands massaging her body and legs. Tweaking the nipples. Pulling her legs apart. Then tying them back to the posts. Her arms pulled above her and snapped into cuffs at the headboard. They pulled the panties from her mouth and she tried swallowing. Water dribbled into her mouth and she greedily drank.

"Mistress, Lady." But a slap on her nipples was the only response, then one on her pussy. It stung so she lay silent. It was them wasn’t it? Her eyes still shielded by the blindfold. Tickling started at her neck, something soft dragged across her breasts, making them erect and hard. Then a pinch and tug, then a sharper, colder pinch. Nipple clamps. Moaning, and biting her lip she tried to lie still. Hearing the tinkle of the bells. They had found the bag. Well, it was them, wasn’t it? Why didn’t they speak? A chain fastened between her breasts, connecting her nipples and making it easier to tug at them. Her legs massaged again as she relaxed into the sensation. Her Mistress knew what this did to her, so it must be her. She was rewarding her. But why? She had dropped the egg. A thrust and she felt it shoved deeper within her. Almost painful in the abruptness, but soon buzzing away. Then a finger at her ass, creamy and lubed. No, please. Silently begging. But it slipped in. "Please." A slap again on her nipples, this time hurting more. The pain sharper due to the clamps. Then something slipped into her ass, long and thin. The bed moved as if someone knelt on it, then she felt rough hands on her breasts. Massaging and squeezing at them. Teasing the nipples by pulling at the chain. Pulling it taut and high, stretching the nipple till she cried out. Then suddenly released. The hands roughly touching and stroking, wandering down to her pussy, cupping her mound. Then suddenly fingering her. Moving the egg around inside her with his rough fingers. Surely this was not him? Who was it? Did that mean mistress wasn’t here? Was this a man from the staff? Had they sent him? She trusted Mistress with her life, but was this something she knew about? Surely this hard man couldn’t be himself. A mouth crushed against hers, not open and inviting, just pressing, and hard. Almost smothering her. She cried out and tried to pull away.

"No, only my love. Mistress. Please, help me!" Then a laugh, her Lady’s laugh, and all was right and good and safe. It was them. Her blindfold lifted, meeting her eyes. Laughing and almost weeping. Her body arching to meet her. Pleading for release.

"Mistress, I was frightened."

"Sweet little Iris, we would never hurt you, you know that. And you know how possessive I am of you and your lusciousness. But you almost gave in, didn’t you? It excited you? To be touched by a stranger, till you thought it truly was one. You only wanted me, didn’t you?" Kissing her Iris’ lips softly and tonguing her deeply.

"My beloved, my love. You called out to me in your need. See, you know I am your Lady." Tears streamed as they talked. Then she saw him, and blushed. It had been him. He wiped his fingers on her lips, and she tasted herself. Then Mistress kissed her again. Sharing her taste with her, and something else. Cum. Meeting her eyes and seeing the slight blush. She had taken this man in her mouth. A flare of anger shivered her. Her eyes shut to hide it. But too late.

They both pulled away. "She too is jealous of another touching you. See that anger she tries so hard to hide?" Iris met his eyes and showed it again, how dare he tease her. She writhed but could not get free. "Mistress, please. I can’t, can’t do this."

She sat there by her head, petting her hair softly. "Yes you can dear. Don’t you want me pleasured and made love too? My love, we can do so much together. And you will be right here with us. She moved and straddled her. Her pelvis rubbing against her belly.

"I think she should stay right here, beneath us as we make love. But remember, you promised to return the favor." His hand wound in Hannah’s hair and pulled her face to his, Iris confused and frightened, nervously lying there. Watching the passion rise in both of them. Feeling her Mistress’ pussy reacting, rubbing harder into her belly. Leaving a wet trail as she slid off. Whimpering as he half dragged her to the couch, setting her on the edge. Slowly lifting her dress over her head and leaving her bare, all over.

Iris groaning at the sight of her Mistress before another, unused to sharing her. He knelt then, still dressed... kissing her belly. Suckling at her tits. Iris’. Anger welled again as Hannah clutched his head to her breasts, moaning and arching. Begging for more. She could clearly see the nipples stretch as he took one in his teeth and tugged. Turning her head away tears streaked her face, unable to watch. But another moan, almost a shriek and her eyes were back on them. Hannah, gripping his curls as he knelt between her legs. Her head thrown back, her other hand twisting her nipples one at a time. It was all blurred as she watched him tease at her, his hands gripping her ass and holding her to his face. His tongue seemed absurdly long as he licked from one end to the other. Unable not to look away as Mistress arched up and tried to ride his face, but he held her away, to tease her more.

"Fuck you, eat me damn you. I need to cum now." At once he pulled away, though she practically shrieked. With one push she fell back onto the couch. "In haste dear Lady. I pleasure where I will." He stood and pulled her to her feet, dragging her to the bed. "Straddle her. Her face. See how she hungers for you. Use your little slut girl to cum then." In a minute she was straddling Iris, and grinding her pussy into her sweet baby love’s face. But he pulled her forward and snapped her hands into restraints and then attached them to Iris’ thighs. Then her ankles into the ones at the head. Now her face was inches from Iris.

‘There, that’s a sight you don’t see everyday. Two fine women helpless." They could see him circling. Undressing as he went. Soon he was nude also, his cock hard as hell again. He idly stroked it.

"Where oh where should I go first. Such choices." Slapping hannah’s ass and pushing it down again. Iris tongue lapping out and catching the stray drops. Hannah moaning and grinding into her face.

"Sweet slut, lick me good baby." But unable to quite reach Iris’. "Move me a little, so I can reach hers?"

"No. I have plans. Your ass looks so good, so fuckable. Then again, maybe I will take her sweet little pussy while you remain inches away."

"No, I want her now. Damn you." Straining to reach, but unable.

Crack, and another and another. Her cries echoing in Iris’ ears. Her ass stinging from his hand.

"Then she gets it first. Thanks to your slut mouth I will last awhile now." He moved to the bottom and mounted the bed. Hannah could only watch as he pulled the egg from her sweet slave. Turning it off and tossing it aside. Kneeling between her legs and stroking.

"Ready Iris, ready for Mistress to watch you get fucked like you should be? And cum all you want. Show your Lady you can cum with me too. But don’t you cum yet Hannah. I know her mouth is greedily licking at you, but you need to wait."

And he held his cock at her entrance, spreading the petals to open her, Hannah whimpering as she saw her love split open and awakening for someone else.

"Are you sure?" Whispering in her ear. Seeing her distress. "No. I can’t. Please." Tears in her eyes. True tears. He pulled away.

"I understand. Not yet, maybe never. But I have a need. Shall I take you instead? Yes, I think I shall." Moving around till he stood behind them. He stroked her ass and felt her tremble, knowing she was aroused.

He got up on his knees and teased at her pussy, feeling Iris licking at his balls too.

"Good girl Iris, you know how to please me. Keep licking whatever you choose dear." Then entered slowly, her pussy stretching as his thickness slowly took her. Her groans matching his own. She was so tight, so hot. Christ he felt her muscles clenching at him as he stroked in and out a few times, till he reached the end. Fully immersed in her. His balls tightening at the sight before him. Her ass lifted high to him. A slap and another, leaving his print on each cheek. He gripped her ass and pulled her close as he thrust. Her moans louder as Iris teased at her. Reaching beneath her he found her swinging tits, and pulled at them, suddenly inspired, he unclipped one of Iris', and hooked it to Hannah. Now they were connected by the short chain, which pulled and tugged at each movement. Iris whimpered and moaned as they moved. Her pussy ignored now, but her needs so apparent. Reaching back he undid Hannah’s legs, letting her shift forward, her face immediately buried in her lover’! s sweet pussy. He held her head there as he fucked her harder. Iris was now writhing out of control, and so was Hannah. Soon he too would be cumming.

"Cum now Hannah, fill sweet Iris with your cream. Cum together. Now. " Growling again as she did, her pussy clenching down and milking at his cock. He could barely move as she came and came. Over and over the contractions squeezing at him hard. It felt like a vise, but sweet Goddess, what a vise. Then his balls tightened and he too was cumming. His body shaking and his hands gripping so hard to her ass he left marks they discovered later. It went on and on as her pussy came again and again, not releasing him. The tiny tremors making him whimper as she finally collapsed, and he with her. Though he rolled right off. Iris whimpering as his cum leaked out and into her mouth, Hannah shifting to let her taste it. His eyes met Iris, and there were tears in both. Hannah cried out again and her body shook and writhed out of her control as Iris brought her again to climax.

Letting them lay there a moment, he then unhooked her hands and lay her next to Iris, releasing Iris’ arms too, but leaving her legs strapped. The three fell into a tumble, winding around each other. Bodies sweaty and exhausted, slipping easily into that post doze.