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WARNING: The following article is DIRTYDIRTYDIRTY! Do not read if this will disturb you!
Release
Part 4
I must have then dozed for a little while, for when I same to myself, we lay together on the bed, my Mistress spooning and surrounding me, and waking me with a not-so-gentle tweak of a nipple. Her gentle voice at my ear whispered, "That was very nice. And now that I have had my pleasure and reward, it is time for your last trial and pleasure, and I've decided to combine them." She sat up and smiled at me, and added, "No questions, not a word, from this point on, or I'll gag you. Understand?" "Yes Mistress," I whispered. She directed me to move to the middle of the bed; I had not realized how huge it was. She brought straps up from the sides and buckled my wrists and ankles into them, so I was spread totally open. She left me, and returned after a few moments with her boots on, lipstick re-applied, un-mussed gloves, skirt unwrinkled. She pulled an old-fashioned bell-pull, and the canopy of the bed fell away to reveal an overhead mirror. Another bell-pull uncovered an angled mirror, reflecting towards the wall on the opposite side of the bed, a wall which was covered by a large tapestry.
She came back to sit beside me, lightly caressing my shoulders, breasts, belly, thighs, pubic mound. "Your orgasm, with the scissors penetrating you, didn't completely fulfill you. Something larger, thicker, a nice full cock, is more what you need. And yet, it is so difficult for us women to come without attention being given to our clits as well. But I think I know how to solve that dilemma." She smirked. "However, you haven't yet earned such pleasure, so I have to see that you do indeed deserve it. You have been good so far. Obedient. Surrendering yourself readily to my will. Do so again and you will be rewarded." She bent and kissed me, her mouth gentle, but skillfully arousing.
"I have not one, but two lovely apples to tempt you, my sweeting," she said. "The time has come for your inhibitions and self-conscious shyness to be stripped away." A door by the bed, not the one I had initially come through, opened and a man and a woman entered, eyes downcast. Lovely they were, and they both smiled slightly as she introduced them as Adam and Eve.
They could have been twins, they looked so much alike. Adam was about twentyish, muscular in the way of young men who are active, rather than like a body-builder. Firm, but not chiseled. Handsome face, full lips and hazel eyes accented by dark, delicate eyebrows barely visible under jaw-length dark hair. Not a model, but certainly handsome in any setting, and a very tasty looking morsel to have standing next to the bed clad only in black leather pants and motorcycle boots.
Eve looked much like Adam, and I don't mean to downplay her beauty, but in my eyes my Mistress was the epitome of female sensuality. Eve was the opposite end of the continuum, rather androgynous, but also quite attractive. She was less curvaceous, more firm and muscled, with small upturned breasts. Her hair was shorter than Adam's and her face less hard, but otherwise they looked so similar as to be a matched pair, specially selected. She too was topless and clad in leather pants and boots. They also both wore black collars and wrist shackles, and obvious attitudes of submission.
"You have your instructions," my Mistress said to them, and to me also with her eyes. "This delightful tableau needs only an audience," she added, moving to the tapestry on the opposite wall and pulling it aside to reveal a very large window. I could not see the people behind it clearly, which was good because I had already instinctively jerked in my restraints to try and cover myself. I felt horribly exposed, humiliation burning my skin. This was not what I had bargained for-I was not an exhibitionist. The idea of a threesome while being watched by my mistress was more than enough of a challenge to my inhibitions-how was I going to endure being looked at by dozens of strangers? I trembled with shame and sweated with agony, exposed and vulnerable.
My mistress came and whispered to Adam, and then to Eve, and lastly she sat on the bed near my head. She looked deep into my eyes, searching, bringing me a bit out of my terror as she sat blocking the window from my view. Of course the angled mirror on the wall reflected so that the watchers could clearly see the top of the bed as well as the side, but I hadn't yet noticed that. My mistress leaned down and kissed me gently a few times, brushing my body with her hands, as I relaxed somewhat. "You wanted this," she said simply. "Have you changed your mind?" I closed my eyes to escape her probing gaze and tried to think. I had wanted to try new things, go further than I had ever been before, break down my own walls, when I came here. Pain was one wall. Submission another. And exposure yet another. "No, Mistress," I replied. She smiled and kissed my ear, whispering "Let your mind go, and focus on your body," as she went to sit in a chair by the window.
The easiest way to get through this ordeal was to follow her advice, and to try and forget about the watchers at the window. How difficult could that be with Adam and Eve to distract me? They were so lovely to look at, smooth and graceful and as erotic as living works of art. They noticed me looking at them, and I relaxed as they came over to where I lay. Eve kissed me first, soft and gentle; then Adam, more firmly, as men do. Then they left me to stand next to the bed, where they embarrassed and kissed each other, hands roaming freely across each others' bodies.
Even from where I lay, I could see Adam's pants grow tights as his cock hardened, and as Eve knelt before him to remove his boots and pants, I discovered that I too could use the mirrors above the bed to my advantage, to watch them. She licked him for a while, as he stood there, eyes shut, unashamedly enjoying the pleasure she gave him. After a bit, he sighed deeply and pulled her up to him. He picked her up effortlessly and laid her on the bed next to me, but not touching. Again he kissed me briefly, but penetratingly, and my body responded as my passion and lust reawakened. But he moved back to Eve, kissing her for a long while, as I watched. They seemed very familiar with each others' bodies. He kissed down her jaw and neck to her chest, stroking her breasts and rolling her nipples between his fingers. Adam licked each nipple lightly, then her navel, and finally stood back to remove her boots and pants. They stood a moment, smiling at each other, naked but for their collars and shackles; then he knelt between her legs.
I could see little, even in the mirrors, but the sounds of his licking, her leg brushing mine, her moans and signs, aroused me beyond belief. My hands flexed and grasped the restraints, my thighs strained trying to press my legs together, and as Eve's obvious pleasure grew, my desire become more overwhelming. My vaginal muscles clenched rhythmically to her sounds, only partially under my control. I could barely keep from rocking my pelvis up and down, as fluid leaked out my cunt and down my ass, my nipples and clit throbbing with each of her moans and signs and the wet sucking noises. Never have I been so aroused and so unfulfilled, so totally ignored with satisfaction just out of reach. It was maddening, to be so tormented. I felt like one gigantic nerve, pulsing, needing only one moment of stimulation to explode with orgasm. But none came to me. Just to Eve, next to me, tossing her head and whimpering softly until finally she shrieked with her orgasm. My clit throbbed in painful jealousy and my body pulsed with desire.