by Js_Keeper 01/22/09
"So tell me what made you decided to give Nikki to me" I inquired.
"Like I explained before, Sir. I am no longer interested in being the dominant one in a relationship, either male or female. I am a submissive. It was you who showed me that it's submission I crave. There was no way I could completely surrender to you if I kept Nikki as my slave. But I love her, and didn't want to completely lose my relationship with her. So I came up with the idea of us both being yours. It makes perfect sense. We're both excited about it."
"And there's no risk of jealousy here between the two of you?"
"Some risk, I suppose," Adrienne shrugged. "But I love you both, and if you are both happy then I will be too."
It all sounded plausible, but I noted to myself that this jealousy question was going to need to be tested.
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I spent a few hours after lunch getting hooked up with Nikki's IM and personal email contact info, and I set her up a personal blog site similar to Adrienne's, giving each of them access to the other's blog, with the idea that transparency was the best way to fight envy and resentment. After sending Nikki a personal email with links to her new blog, I asked her to write an entry concerning our encounter at the mall the night before. I explained to her that writing assignments would be a regular requirement, and I mad it clear that although Adrienne had access to read and comment on her blog, I was her intended audience and she was to hold nothing back.
What I didn't tell either of them was that I had installed an invisible tracker that would log the time each of the spent on either journal site. I was certain that this information was going to come in handy at some point in the future, though I wasn't sure exactly how or when.
Late that afternoon I read Nikki's account of our lingerie-shopping trip. I was struck immediately by the expressive talent she showed in her writing: intelligent, creative and well-considered. I was also struck by the intensity of the lust our evening together at the mall had stirred in her. Since her response hadn't been completely clear to me during or directly after the encounter, I deduced that the reserved Nikki was also good at hiding her feelings - something I was going to need to break her out of in time.
I immediately sent Adrienne an email with a link to Nikki's blog. I asked her to respond to it by sending me a private email. I didn't tell her why. I didn't let her know that I wanted to find out exactly how it made her feel to read how I'd brutally used her sister slave and spoiled her with a new lingerie wardrobe. I wasn't trying to set up a competition between my pets, but I needed to test the waters of jealousy in order to help me gauge our way forward.
Her response was as disappointing as it was surprising. It was a one-line email. "Can I ask her to show me?"
I simply answered. "If she wishes to."
It wasn't until later that evening that I found out, by reading Adrienne's account of their "show and tell" session in Adrienne's office immediately after work, exactly how she felt after reading Nikki's blog. She was not the least bit envious of what happened with me and Nikki, but rather became extremely aroused after reading the intimate details of our erotic experiences in those dressings rooms the previous night.
As Adrienne described it, Nikki teased her with a slow, sensual striptease, during which she not once bothered to fold or present her dispatched clothing. She teased her boss into a frenzy, not once allowing her to touch her increasingly naked body as she writhed around the office to the dance beat. Slowly and provocatively she worked her way down, over the course of many minutes, to just her new bra and panties, which were completely soaked by the end of her erotic dance. I imagined as I read, Nikki standing there in front of Adrienne, gyrating her sweet ass as she slipped her hand into her little black panties and fingering herself toward ultimate ecstasy.
Adrienne describe how incredibly seductive Nikki was standing there in front of her office couch from which she'd viewed the show; how sexy she looked and how it drove her wild not to be allowed to touch her. Normally Nikki would have served at her boss's every desire, but suddenly they were launched into an entirely new dynamic. She went on to describe how delicious and refreshing the sex was that followed between her and Nikki, coupling for the first time as equals instead of Mistress and slave. She was free to generously spoil Nikki to three intense orgasms with her tongue and hands, and she gladly received return attentions without feeling the need to dominate or humiliate her in the least. She loved losing control and not having to concern herself with maintaining her position of authority. It was an hour of long, slow, passionate lovemaking such as the couple had never experienced before.
In the afterglow, as my little slut and my cunt lounged half-naked together in each other's arms, Nikki still dressed only the gifts I had bestowed up on her lovely body, the pair talked about their mutual addiction and excitement in submitting to me. Adrienne wrote effusively of how it seemed all the pieces had fallen perfectly into place for her. And she thanked me for making it so.
For Nikki's part, as I read in her own blog account, the new lingerie was a definite hit. Her earlier entry had focused primarily on the lurid details of the sex that went on in the various store dressing rooms. This latest entry was more about her emotional response to the whole thing, perhaps brought on by the incredible sex she and Adrienne shared on the couch of her office after the striptease. Nikki too, was genuinely excited about the turn of events over the past few days. She admitted to some initial apprehension, but clearly those early doubts had been largely put to rest by the tandem experiences of my dressing room domination and her tryst with Adrienne.
My doubts were dissipating quickly as well, and it was time to fan the flames of excitement that my two sex slaves held for this new poly-amorous arrangement. It was time to take things to the next level – time to clearly and powerfully demonstrate my state of ownership and challenge the depth of their submission to me.
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That night I sent both women an email, putting them on orgasm restriction until further notice. I planned to do everything in my power to make them randy and to keep them that way, but prevent them for finding relief. I wanted them desperate and eager to do whatever I might challenge them to do. On top of the orgasm denial, I also prohibited them from playing with each other without my permission.
Next I started up an erotic chain story that began with the three of us meeting for the first time on the first day of a seven-day Caribbean cruise. I set it up by describing the scene in the bar where we met, with both of them dressed to the nines and looking to get fucked. I also made it clear that the characters in the story had backgrounds identical to our own real-life situations. I passed the story first to Adrienne, instructing her to add a section and forward it to Nikki, who would then add her bit and send it to me. As it went around, the story spun into quite a tale of frequent debauchery and uninhibited wild sexual adventure. Nikki was clearly the best writer of the three of us, and Adrienne has the dirtiest story sequences. For my part, I added enough to keep the story line simmering, but my real purpose was to stir their sexual imaginations and fuel the urgency of their mounting need.
For the next three days I gave them an additional assignment. Twice daily, morning and night, each of them was to find a pornographic picture depicting a female-male-female three-way scene that especially turned them on. They were to post it in their personal blog and write a minimum one-paragraph description of why they chose the picture. The entries were extremely hot, and I could tell the ladies were really getting worked up over it.
As I sensed their sexual tension growing toward a gradual crescendo I called a meeting in Adrienne's office on Thursday afternoon. I stopped at Nikki's desk and asked her to join me, and together we entered the boss's office.
"Close the door Nikki, I need to talk to you both privately for a few minutes. You should lock it too," I added without explanation.
Adrienne looked a bit flushed, which I assumed was from sexual excitement or frustration, or both. She seemed to know that it was obvious and quickly explained. "I was just reading Nikki's picture entry. Wow, girl, I don't know where you are finding all these hot photos, but you need to send me the link. And you're an incredible writer. Your story addition this morning was amazing. I was sitting here reading and trying not to squeeze my thighs together. My heart is pounding, and I feel like I'm about to explode."
"Thanks," Nikki replied plainly. There was an erotic charge swirling around Adrienne that was palpable, but Nikki was quite a bit harder to read. Her photo essays and story additions had been scorching hot and very explicit, yet standing there I saw no visible sign of the impact my assignments had made on her. She certainly looked beautiful, despite the plainness of her outfit, a simple cotton button-front white blouse and black knee-length skirt. Her stunning dark eyes and long brunette locks had always captivated me, and knowing that she had on a sexy white corset underneath was just fuel for the fire.
Nikki had always intrigued me, but in the few days since having her as my cunt, I had grown increasingly fascinated. Did she struggle with stark contrast between her inner life and the one visible to everyone else, or had she resolved in her mind to live contented with the conflict? Here she was, a stunning beauty with a fantastically sexy body that remained modestly hidden beneath ordinary, almost homely attire and until my intervention, equally drab lingerie. She was clearly intelligent and sharp-witted, yet seemed completely satisfied with her humble secretarial career. The casual observer would likely deduce that her sexuality was in the same class as her dress: plain and traditional. Yet beneath the exterior raged an inferno of sexual deviance, a bisexual submissive addicted to being dominated with rough sex and humiliation, and possessing a deeply erotic imagination.
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