Calla’s footsteps approached from behind, her presence looming over me. I could feel James' eyes on me, his breath hitching slightly as he took in the sight of my submission. The room was silent except for the soft rustle of fabric as Calla made deliberate, measured movements.
“Before we begin,” Calla said, her voice low and commanding, “we need to establish a safe word. Something that will stop everything instantly if you need it to.”
I nodded, my voice steady despite the rush of adrenaline. “Understood, Mistress.”
“Choose something simple, something that won’t be mistaken for anything else,” she instructed.
I thought for a moment, then replied, “How about red?”
Calla nodded approvingly. “Red it is. Remember, Amiyah, you have complete control. Use it if you need to.”
“Thank you, Mistress,” I whispered, a sense of security washing over me.
Calla’s hand rested on my lower back, her touch firm and reassuring. “Now, close your eyes and trust me.”
Calla’s fingers brushed against my skin, and suddenly, a soft fabric covered my eyes, secured at the back of my head. The blindfold cut off my vision, heightening my other senses.
“Calla,” I murmured, a note of uncertainty in my voice.
“Shh,” she soothed, her lips brushing against my ear. “Trust me, Baby. You’re safe with us, always in all ways.”
I took a deep breath, trying to relax into the sensation. Calla’s hand moved to my ass, her palm caressing the soft flesh. “You disobeyed me, Amiyah. You went to dinner with a man who doesn’t deserve to breathe the same air as you, let alone your time or attention, to feed you half-truths and half-apologies.”
Her hand connected with my ass in a sharp smack, the sound echoing through the room. I gasped, more from surprise than pain. The sting was immediate, a sharp contrast to the softness of her touch.
“Pick two letters,” Calla commanded, her voice laced with authority.
I thought for a moment, then replied, “C and J.”
Calla chuckled, a low, sultry sound. “The difference in their positions in the alphabet will determine your punishment. C is the third letter, and J is the tenth. That’s seven swats, Princess. Seven for disobeying me, seven for putting yourself in a situation that could have compromised your safety and mine.”
I nodded, a mix of anticipation and trepidation coursing through me. “Yes, Mistress.”
Calla’s hand returned to my ass, her fingers brushing against my pussy, teasing and probing. “You’re already so wet, Baby. Your body knows what it wants, even if your mind is uncertain.”
Her fingers slid inside me, curling and stroking, eliciting a moan from deep within my throat. The contrast between the sting of her spanking and the pleasure of her touch was intoxicating.
“Mmmmmmm, pleaseeeee,” I cried out.
Calla’s other hand continued to spank my ass, the rhythm steady and unrelenting. I could feel my body responding, my hips bucking against her fingers, seeking more friction, more depth. The room filled with the sounds of pleasure, my moans and grunts mixing with the sharp smacks of her hand.
I felt the moment James moved closer, his presence looming behind me. I could feel his breath on my neck, his hands gripping my hips. “You’re so beautiful like this,” he murmured, his voice husky with desire. “So perfect.”
Calla’s fingers left my pussy, and I felt a moment of loss before James' length pressed against my entrance.
“Permission to enter, Mistress,” his voice deep but filled with submission.
“You may,” the two words barely left Calla’s lips before he slid inside me in one smooth motion, filling me completely. I moaned, my body clenching around him, relishing the sensation of being stretched and claimed.
Calla’s hand returned to my ass, spanking me in rhythm with James' thrusts. The combination of sensations was overwhelming, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. I could feel my orgasm building, a tight coil of pleasure in my core.
James' movements grew more urgent, his hips slapping against my ass with each thrust, thepain and pleasure blending into a single, all-consuming sensation. I cried out as my orgasm hit, my body convulsing around the rigid length striking in and out of me as waves of pleasure crashed over me.
James followed soon after, his grip on my hips tightening as he spilled inside me. Calla’s hand slowed, her touches gentling as she soothed the stinging flesh of my ass. I collapsed onto the couch, my body sated and spent, my mind drifting in a haze of pleasure and contentment.
As I lay there, surrounded by the warmth and love of my partners, I knew that this was where I belonged. With Calla and James, I had found a place of trust, of submission, and of unconditional love. And I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
The room was still, charged energy that had filled the air only minutes ago was gone, replaced by something softer, thicker than silence but lighter than exhaustion.
