I’ve learned Eddie doesn’t speak a word of German. That’s when it hits me for the first time that, if she’s been doing stuff with him like she does with me, he hasnofucking clue what’s going on, unless she’s speaking English to him.
It’d actually started feeling…friendly between me and Eddie. We’d started finding a kind of groove between us.
Now, I’m not sure how we’re supposed to act except…obeying her.
I wish I could see him, look into his eyes. But I kiss him and nuzzle his nose with mine, hard with the hoods but we manage it, because I can’t reach him with my hands.
“It’s okay,” I whisper. “Just obey Mistress.”
“Okay.”
They’re all apparently Tops, but one of the guys does go down on me.
I find out why my legs weren’t tied down when someone grabs my ankles and shoves my legs up and back to give them access to my ass.
Fortunately, Elsa lubes both of us.
There’s a strange push-pull in my soul as we lie there and get used. My body is loving the pleasure I’m feeling, because if I’m not being sucked, Elsa’s jacking my cock while someone fucks me.
And she’s kissing me, telling me how good I’m being, even when a cane and a paddle get used on my ass, and hear Eddie receiving a similar treatment.
Even when I end up with a cock at both ends—check first spit-roast off the list—I feel Elsa’s hand on my head or my cock, and she’s telling us both in English how proud she is of us and how good we’re being for her.
Eddie ends up shifted away from me a little, and some of the sounds he’s making…
Okay, some of them are definitely a guy enjoying what’s going on.
Then there are other sounds, and, honestly? I’m glad Eddiecan’tunderstand German. They’re not just humiliating him, they’re really dredging depths I’m not comfortable with.
That’s the night when I finally learned a truth, after she unfastened our restraints and told us to kiss and cuddle on the bed while she saw her “guests” out.
My blindfold had slipped a little, and I could see under it.
I saw the wad of bills she pocketed.
I didn’t know, at first, how Elsa could work at the mundane government job she held and yet still afford to live where she lived and the manner in which she lived.
She told people in polite company that her family had money.
I was fucking naive.
The reality, of course, is far darker.
She wasn’t a whore. That would have been too debasing, too demeaning for her.
No, her sideline business, I soon realize, is a very specialized and expensive service—whoring outothers. To a very particular clientele.
Others like me and Eddie.
Chapter Twenty-One
We were young and stupid and in love with the woman. What can I say?
At least she assured us that, when guys fucked us, they used condoms, and she had checked their test results. That they were “carefully screened.”
Is that bullshit? I don’t know. I’m just glad I didn’t end up pos. The only credit I’ll give her is that she did seem to be very careful about that. I guess she had her own health to think about and her reputation to consider.
I was soooo stupid. Young and horny areverybad combinations for making good decisions, I’ve since realized.
