I’m an easy win. I find everything fascinating. My attention is caught by the breathy moans of a male submissive strapped to the St. Andrews cross while his diminutive domme lashes his chest and stomach with aleather flogger. Every so often she lays it across his erect cock and his balls, which elicits guttural shouts, though whether of pleasure or pain I couldn’t honestly say. I doubt he could either.
“Would you fancy that, Faith? I could torment your nipples beautifully. Make them so hard and swollen you’d be begging me to stop. Or not stop. Then I’d clamp them. Pretty little clamps I think, but tight enough to make it interesting. With weights suspended. Or maybe a vibrator against your nips, once they’re really squeezed.”
I cross my arms in front of my chest in an instinctive gesture of self-defence. Ewan has only once clamped my nipples and I’m not convinced I liked it. He assures me it’s an acquired taste, and that I am going to acquire it. Perhaps that process will continue here, this evening. I place my arms deliberately at my sides as I smile up at him.
“If you like, sir.”
He nods, his attention caught by a figure approaching us through the gloom. “Ah, a mutual friend, I think.”
I blink in surprise as Ewan greets David.
“You made it then? Great. How’s it going?” They shake hands, then David seizes Ewan in a strong hug. It’s clear these two are not merely acquaintances, or even a teacher and his ex-pupil. They are good friends. I want to shrink into the floor.
“Fine. Yourself? Still doing all that globe-trotting?” David releases Ewan with a beaming smile, clapping him on the back hard.
“Yes, some, but I have a good reason to try to stay at home a little more these days. I believe you know Charity.” He gestures me forward as David turns to fix that benign smile on me.
“Of course. It’s nice to see you again. And collared I see.” He returns his gaze to Ewan, one eyebrow raised. “Does this mean…?”
Ewan shakes his head. “No. I asked Charity to wear the collar to make sure other doms know the score. Our arrangement still stands though. If you’re up for it.”
Arrangement?I swivel my gaze between the two of them.
David beams at Ewan, then at me. “Of course, why would I not be? It’s really up to Charity though.” He focuses his gaze on me, sharp now. “I seem to recall you were never especially keen to go beyond a spanking, though I have to say you took to that really well. You have a very pretty pink little bottom, given the right attention.”
My bum cheeks are not the only ones to go a deep shade of pink. I’m finding this whole conversation disconcerting to say the least. And what’s this talk of going beyond a spanking? Surely Ewan doesn’t mean for me to…?
“I think Charity regrets not having fucked you. Her courage failed her in the past. She’s less inhibited now.”It seems he does.
“I don’t… I mean…” What can I say that wouldn’t sound rude? Or prissy? Or plain ridiculous, given my outfit. Not to mention the fact that I’m at a fetish club and if it had not been for David’s arrival I would even now be allowing myself to be stripped, tied to a cross, and flogged. I abandon the attempt.
“I asked David to meet us here because I thought you might like to finish what you started. Or perhaps that should be, build on what you started. But I have my own reasons too. I want to play with you, with another dom taking part as well. I know you trusted David in the past, so I thought if you were going to agree to play this scene, it would need to be with someone you could feel comfortable with.”
Comfortable?I can think of a lot of words to describe how I’m feeling at this moment, and comfortable is not among them.
“Two doms? For heaven’s sake, how would that work? It’s all I can do to manage one.”
I’m so stunned at the prospect, my usual filter slips and I blurt out what’s uppermost in my mind. Both men seem to find my outburst amusing.
“I’m guessing you haven’t discussed this with her then?”
“Not yet. I thought you could help me persuade her.”
“You always did push your subs hard, despite my lessons in restraint.”
Ewan grins as he loops an arm across my shoulders. “I always took your lessons in restraint to heart, David. Charity can testify to that. This evening though, this evening could be about letting go of restraint, and doing something wicked and wonderful. Would you like to think about that for a while, love? Let’s go to the bar and talk this over.”
“I, I suppose so.” I find it difficult to say no to Ewan at any time, and thinking can’t do any harm. I choose not to acknowledge—yet—the little whisper of an idea just nibbling its way around the edges of my shocked consciousness, the quiet murmur which is saying ‘maybe.’ And perhaps a little louder, ‘why not?’
* * *
“We could take it in turns to spank you. I think you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
I nod. Ewan is right. I would like that. Very much. I remember David had a much softer touch than Ewan; the contrast would be exciting.
“Would I need to undress?”
Ewan nods. “A naked sub, with two fully dressed doms. Adds a certain edgy quality, I’d say.”
