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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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On my way to the kitchen, I quickly opened my rucksack I had left by the front door when we first arrived, and quickly removed 5 items which I put into my pockets. The evening was definitely not over for either Sasha or Georgie, but I didn’t want them knowing that just yet.
Unzipping the front pocket of my bag, I almost forgot to take the silk green wraps, just incase they were required.
Placing my bag back in the exact spot, I then went into the kitchen. As I past the stairs I stopped and listened to the excited babble of voices coming from upstairs. I couldn’t make out the words, but from the pitch and tone of the voices, I could identify each one of them.
Karen was talking currently, and the speed in which she was speaking, (hardly a pause, just a dipping and spiking endless sound) conveyed exactly how excited she still was, and how deeply it had affected her, physically, emotionally and lastly spiritually.
I am not religious, but when you experience something so heavenly, so intense, so pure and so dramatic that it changes your perspective of pleasure instantaneously, without question, I can’t think of a better word than spiritually to describe such a life changing personal event.
Smiling to myself all the way to the kitchen, I was very pleased with Karen’s reaction, her excitement, her amazement, her disbelief, her shift in perception that she was freely vocalising to Sasha and Georgie, as it would leave them with mixed emotions of excitement for Karen, but total disappointment for themselves.
I poured myself a glass of red wine, and waited for the ladies to arrive.
With the taste of red wine on my lips, I cast my eyes around the kitchen. Without even realising it, I had already subconsciously chosen the place where either Sasha or Georgie were going to experience their transition into another realm of sexual bliss.
My eyes stopped on the island in the centre of the kitchen. It was certainly large enough for my needs, with a smooth polished black granite surface. It had dark wooden cupboards and draws either side, with sturdy wrought iron handles, perfect for securing things to.
An idea was starting to form in mind, so I started to hunt for the objects that were required. I opened the fridge door and was pleased to see two perfectly chilled bottles of champagne, they would definitely be coming into play. With especially one of the ladies in the house being a very accomplished cook, I started to open all the draws, seeking the one utensil that would be the perfect accompaniment to the Champagne. In the second to last draw, neatly arrayed I found exactly what I was looking for, and quickly stashed it away in my pocket.
With a smile on my face, I sat back down and reached once more for my glass of wine.
I heard the ladies walking down the stairs, and the three of them slowly and seductively strutted into the kitchen. The sight of such feminine, feline beauty, was intoxicating, and I realised at that exact moment, that the four of us were already bound to each other, through pleasure, lust and above all, trust.
Karen, Sasha and Georgie, stood proudly in front of me, wearing hold up black stockings, high heels and lipstick. They looked incredible.
“You all look absolutely stunning” Which the compliment rewarded me with three dazzling smiles.
“Just so you know, I only expect you to call me master and obey me, when our situation becomes of a sexual nature, and only when the four of us are together”.
Now we are just, having a drink and enjoying the evening”.
I offered each in turn a drink, and we all sat around the kitchen table, chatting about being so lucky to have found one another, and having so much in common sexually.
It didn’t take long before all of us started flirting with one another, and as we talked and drank more wine, the sexual tension in the room started to build. Now was the time for Karen to talk about the intense, intimate moment we all took part in earlier, but from her perspective.
because she was after all, the focus of our undivided attention, for now!
Karen I could see was suddenly enjoying being in the spotlight once again. As she slowly put down her glass of red wine, she looked at the three of us in turn, with her lips slightly pouting, and took a slow deep breath, making her chest rise to its fullest in front of us. I thought that today, was going to be a fuck your brains out session, with you two being invited over. I never dreamed that after a few unbelievable hours in, I would ever experience such a feeling of absolute bliss at the the skilled instruction of a what I mistook for an.innocent young man who is half my age. I am still.trying to process the the whole experience, but involving Georgie and Sasha so intimately in my experience was for me just beautiful, and that has demonstrated for me personally your feelings and the care you have for the three of us, by not making this about your pleasure, but in fact all of ours. Sasha and Georgie both looked confused by Karen's last statement because neither of them had experienced anything like it yet.
When you eventually experience such pleasure
and vulnerability where you place your unwavering trust and loyality in the
care of another, their is no highest gift to receive. Because with the acceptance of such a priceless gift, comes huge responsibility to put their needs above all others, especially your own, so this becomes a selfless act that forms a bond that lasts a lifetime. Karen knew this now and it was her way of telling me.
Karen was getting excited and animated, trying to articulate what she had expected, compared to what she experienced for us all.
As Karen started to describe in vivid detail, her feelings of excitement, anticipation, nervousness, feeling helpless, tied and confined, physically, mentally and emotionally by the three of us, at our complete mercy, with me controlling every minute detail, like a conductor with his orchestra, I watched Sasha and Georgie intently, seeing their excitement for Karen as she beguiled them with her experience, as well as seeing the mix of jealousy and disappointment, that they hadn’t as yet, had an experience of their own.
Karen was in full swing now, her words frantically tumbling over one another as she described the feelings of pleasure her body soaked up like a sponge, in its purest form.
Being totally restricted, blindfolded and having no control of the situation, enhanced everything she felt, more than anything she had ever imagined possible.
Sasha and Georgie were both clearly displaying sexual tension and frustration, listening to Karen recount her journey. From the way their body language was speaking to me, I knew that I wasn’t far off choosing which of them would be next to experience their own private enlightenment.
Karen’s breathing was rapidly starting to increase, her legs slightly shaking as she described the moment the ice was applied to her body, followed by the sound the wax made as it dripped onto her most intimate parts of her body.
Georgie, I believe without even realising it, moved her hand, under the table and found its way into her knickers as she started to play with her wet young pussy listening to Karen.
Sasha stood up, reaching for the bottle of red wine, and started to pour herself another glass with a shaking hand. As she lent forward to put the bottle back on the table, her pussy rubbed against the side of the table, causing her to let out a very faint moan. As she remained standing, taking a gulp of wine from her glass she continued to rub herself against the wood.
Karen was at the point in her story where her world exploded in unimaginable bliss, and she also was playing with herself, as she described it to her audience.
With the final words of her tale, flowing rapidly from her lips, she wasn’t far away from yet another climax. In a voluble wave of sound, Georgie, Sasha and Karen all came at the exact same time, around the kitchen table.
It was incredible how quickly the three of them had become so in tune with each other, that I just sat there sipping my wine, and watching each in turn as the came.
With my choice made as to who was going to experience their own life changing sexual journey, I stood up from the table, thanking Karen for sharing her experience with us all again, I smiled at each of them, as their bodies convulsed and twitched, from the aftershocks of their orgasms.
In a clear and firm voice, I chose my moment perfectly to announce that once more, I was their teacher, their guide, their master.
Like a warm knife sinking through butter, my words submerged through their pleasurable depths, to register what I had just said.
Georgie was the first to stand proud and say “Yes my master”, followed just behind by Sasha and Karen in unison.
Yet again the sight of the three of them, standing round the table, now only wearing nothing but suspenders, high heels and lipstick, made my cock throb with life, it felt like my helmet trapped under my jeans, had a heartbeat going on of it’s own accord. At that moment I wanted nothing more than to have all three of these exceptional woman, on their knees in front of me, releasing my cock from its cage of clothes, and taking it in turns to suck me, lick me, and to look at them as they did it.
Fuck I needed that so badly, but this wasn’t about me, this was their evening. A true Dom, looks after his subs, the way a priest cares for his congregation, being firm yet fair, kind yet stern, heavenly as well as being a devil. A true gentleman and Dom, always puts his submissive’s needs before that of his own needs.
After all I had walked my path to sexual enlightenment, hand in hand with Ms Deseuter many moons ago now. Just as Karen had walked her’s hand in hand with me, supported by Sasha & Georgie, not even two hours ago.
I looked over at the three of them, soaking up the sight of them. They looked so beautiful, so exotic, so delightfully trusting in me, my heart almost burst with pride. I had already made my selection earlier, now it was time to voice it.
“Georgie, come here”!
“Yes my Master”. |
