Part Nine & Finalé: The Parting Of The Ways
The two masked men dragging Sophie to her new temporary accommodations were growing tired of being kicked by the rebellious young spitfire, so they paused their march to her room. Instead of enduring further pummelling, they stopped, grabbed an arm and leg each and again picked her up, carrying her face up with a hand on each limb to save any more bruises inflicted by the still-hooded wildling they were carrying.
They arrived at the room to serve as Sophie’s dungeon for the foreseeable future. They carried the now motionless Sophie over the threshold to the room and placed her on the bed, head against the back wall. A thread-bare mattress rested atop a rusty metal frame with rusty metal springs that groaned as her weight was laid upon it. The frame came complete with heavy, fur-lined leather bindings. The two abductors wasted no time in lightly securing the restraints to Sophie’s limbs and removed her hood.
Even in the gloom of the half-lit room, Sophie could make out the definition in the men’s musculature and immediately felt the heat rise between her legs. Her mouth watered even in her drunken state, and her arousal was all-consuming. Just a moment ago, she’d been preparing to get it on with Oli’s Cousin’s wife and had zero regrets. But then, a thought flashed through her mind, Oli, poor Oli. She’d hurt him earlier. Why had she done that? Why had she hurt both of her wonderfully gentle lovers? ‘What’s wrong with me?’ she wondered to herself. Her train of thought was broken as the man closest to her spoke.
“Mistress will be with you shortly, slut.” Disdain dripped from his voice. It was clear from his tone that he regarded her utterly contemptuously. Even drunk, that didn’t escape Sophie’s notice.
Both men backed out of the room and closed the heavy metal door behind them. There was a heavy clanking sound as Sophie realised she’d been locked in. She took a moment to get her bearings and centre herself, but it wasn’t easy as the world spun around the dim bulb with no shade dangling overhead, flickering relentlessly. That wasn’t working, so Sophie closed her eyes and listened. She became aware of a sound coming from somewhere and listened intently before realising it was DJ Otzi singing ‘Hey Baby’. The music came from a tinny-sounding tannoy speaker in one corner of the room.
“Great… fucking Europop!” Sophie thought to herself. She didn’t yet realise that the song was on a perpetual loop and would soon be the least of her torments.
Sophie wasn’t aware of how much time had passed when the heavy metal door opened again, allowing Daisy and Crystal to enter the cell. Sophie blinked and tried to focus on the blonde replica of Oli’s Mom. But, again, heat and moisture welled between her legs. She’d been tempted by Oli’s Mom on more than one occasion but had been faithful to the closed triad she was in, but it had been torturous for her.
Crystal spoke and didn’t hold back on the theatrics for the plan’s benefit.
“You little fucking brat. Did you honestly think you had a chance at fucking me?” Crystal’s cynical chuckle pierced Sophie to her core. Never before had any of her advances been spurned by potential lovers. This was a first, and she didn’t like it one bit. Crystal’s face was right beside Sophie’s. Sophie could feel her warm breath on her cheek and smell the acrid scent of cigarettes on her clothing and skin. Crystal continued to speak softly, mere centimetres away from Sophie’s ear.
“You have taken your lovers for granted, and you have hurt them, physically and emotionally,” Crystal paused, retrieved a cigarette from her top pocket, and lit it with a Zippo she used. She took a deep drag on the filter and inhaled the smoke deeply before blowing it out slowly over Sophie’s face.
“What’s more, you’ve offended multiple family members and tried to seduce me. That can’t go unanswered. You’ve even embarrassed our poor valet, Ryan. You will be taught a lesson, you little whore, and you will be taught manners and respect.”
Still feeling the effects of the alcohol, Sophie felt braver than she was. But, even now, the brat wanted to battle.
“You wanted me; you were fucking soaking! Your cunt was dripping, you dumpy little bitch. Hah! YOU wish you could fuck ME. I’m out of YOUR league, and you know it!” Sophie’s words were defiant, but the tremble in her voice betrayed that she felt very vulnerable for the first time in a long time… She’d not felt this way since President Mathers… Her mind shut off that line of thinking. It was too painful to face. She didn’t even want to acknowledge its existence.
Now it was Daisy’s turn to speak. This was her dungeon; she was its Mistress and controlled all its operations. Both pleasurable and not-so-pleasant. She also always had the final word… Always!
Daisy also had a Master’s Degree in Psychology from Princeton, studying under Hamish. However, she did not realise the familial connection until much later, when Helena told her about falling in love with Al and her unique living arrangements with Hamish. This was the nexus of the whole plan to send the kids to Daisy for a fortnight. Hamish, Daisy and Helena had discussed everything in exquisite detail with each other. But, of course, the kids didn’t need to know this; they just needed to be ‘fixed’.
“Ah, my little Spitfire. You are a belligerent one, aren’t you?” the question was rhetorical but also served a purpose, recognising that something was hiding, just under the surface, that was dying to be released into the light of day. That something was the root of all the issues Sophie was facing.
“No matter. Together, with the help of my… associates, we will divine the cause of your malady and seek to cure you of what ails you.” Daisy moved behind Crystal, dragging a long, bright red and freshly manicured nail over her shoulder before reaching around to turn her wife gently. Daisy kissed Crystal with force and passion. Then, holding the back of Crystal’s head, she plunged her tongue into Crystal’s waiting mouth, never breaking eye contact with Sophie.
“You have performed admirably, my dearest cuckquean. I shall let you have her, eventually,” Daisy let the suggestion hang in the air for Crystal to pick up on when she felt like it. Crystal’s response was perfectly timed.
“Thank you, Mistress,” Crystal said after their lip lock. Crystal looked at Sophie, pity in her eyes. “Sorry, blondie. You never really had a chance with me. I am my Mistress’s and hers alone. But, as a good sub does, I was doing as I was commanded to, by she whose word is the law I obey.”
Crystal knelt at Daisy’s side, the place of a submissive by her Mistress’s heel, head bowed in reverence. Daisy took one last look at Sophie before she crushed the cigarette out on the wall behind Sophie’s head. Hot sparks fell onto Sophie’s forehead, making her wince and close her eyes tightly. Finally, Sophie realised that she was, in fact, in deep trouble.
Daisy pinched Sophie’s cheeks together roughly. She wanted this message to be heard loud and clear.
“Rest well, tempestuous brat. Tomorrow, we will begin your re-education into a loving and supportive young lady, not some base animal that craves pain and suffering for its own sake.”
Daisy and Crystal left the room and closed the door. The heavy locks clanked into place, and the only thing that Sophie could hear, other than her heartbeat, was…
‘Heeeey, hey-a baby… OOOH. AAAH. I wanna kn-oh-oow….’ Sophie didn’t get much sleep that night.
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Oli and Rebecca were in the now-closed lounge of the Surfs Up Hotel, waiting for Daisy and Crystal to return to tell them how Sophie was taking to her new accommodation. Daisy had invited them to help themselves to the bar stock, and as instructed, they had each taken a bottle of beer and were talking over what the future may hold for them as a couple or as a throuple, whichever scenario proved to be the case.
When Daisy and Crystal returned, Oli had just risen to grab himself and Becky another round. He asked what they would like, as he seemed to be acting as a barkeep, pro temp.
“Just a couple of beers, please, Oli,” said Daisy as she and Crystal slid into the booth Becky occupied, quickly joined by Oli as he returned with the bottles.
Becky couldn’t contain her overwhelming concern for her lover, her friend Sophie and was the first to ask how she was doing.
“She’s a proper little hellion, isn’t she?” Daisy said. A little impressed with the complete commitment to Sophie that both Oli and Becky were showing. Daisy wasn’t entirely sure she would have been so charitable if their places were reversed.
“One thing confuses me still. Would you mind answering a question?” Daisy asked.
“Of course Daisy, anything at all. You’ve already done so much for us. The least we can do is answer some questions!” Becky’s response was immediate and sincere.
“I don’t get how your throuple started. I mean… I know the mechanics of it, but I don’t understand the dynamic.” Having posed her question, Daisy took a deep slug from her beer and snuggled down to cuddle Crystal. She listened intently to Becky as she recounted her college experiences with Sophie and the pact they’d made up to the eventual compromise that led to me joining the action.
“So, last Christmas, Oli built us a little rack thingy so we could experiment more with bondage and denial play. I guess that triggered something in Sophie that has over-written her sense of gentleness.” A wayward tear rolled down Becky’s cheek. Crystal leaned forward and wiped the droplet away from Becky’s face.
“Hey! We’re going to help you all figure this out. So don’t worry, OK?” Crystal gave Becky a grin and a cheeky wink and settled back to allow her Mistress to begin cuddling in again. Now it was Daisy’s turn to speak.
“So, we know you guys aren’t shy, and you’ve as much as told us how you want to try exhibitionism. How would you feel about combining the two and playing a little switcharoo with your old Cousin here? Me in Sophie’s stead?” The air suddenly became as thick as molasses.
Crystal had slouched down a little in the booth and started playing footsie with Becky under the table simultaneously as Daisy had posed her question. She was timing everything to perfection. But, unfortunately, I missed Becky’s sharp intake of breath as Crystal’s foot started to rub her pussy over her thong, as it was drowned out by the sound of me choking on a half-swallowed mouthful of beer, making a rapid exit through my mouth and nose as I started to splutter.
Had I just heard correctly? Did my distant Cousin just say she wanted to fuck me and Becky in front of Sophie? Instantly, Becky leaned forward and thumped me on the back a few times to help clear my occluded airway.
Crystal chuckled. “Oh, Mistress, look… he thinks that it’s just you that wants to fuck him,” Crystal paused for a three-count before continuing. “Oli, my dear, dear boy. Have you ever dreamt of three women fucking you and each other?” I swear I was going to pass out. But, instead, I think I started hyperventilating as I was still trying to recover from my brief choking fit.
Daisy chuckled, placing a hand delicately on her bountiful chest. Her voice was light, full of mirth, but also deadly serious. I was utterly oblivious to Becky squeezing my thigh harder and harder, and her biting her bottom lip had escaped my notice also.
“If you’d prefer, I can ask a couple of my more… talented male subs to join us; if you don’t think you can handle the three of us, Oli? But from what I’ve heard from your Mamma, you’re a ‘big’ boy and more than up to the task. And you needn’t worry about any of that silly incest or taboo nonsense; we’re far enough apart regarding being blood-related that it’s not an issue. I checked.” Her lascivious wink immediately affected me, and once more, I was picturing my mother’s doppelgänger in somewhat compromising positions.
I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, trying to and failing at stemming my burgeoning erection. What the fuck was going on? Where the Hell had my Mother and Hamish sent us? Moreover, why was my Mother, of all people talking about the size of my dick to a distant cousin?
Becky decided for me. I hadn’t realised, but Crystal had planted her foot firmly in Becky’s groin and wiggled her toes over Becky’s clit above the fabric of her lacy thong.
“FUCK YES!” was all Becky said as her orgasm claimed her.
‘That’s that,’ I thought. We would find out what tomorrow would bring. I just hoped my dick had stopped hurting by then.
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Monday: 06:00 – Bridal Suite
The shrill beeping of the alarm call woke Becky and me with a start. ‘What the hell?’ I thought. I didn’t remember asking for an alarm call. I picked up the receiver on the old corded phone on the nightstand and replaced it in its cradle, silencing its insistent warbling.
Sleep claimed me once more; then, the alarm sounded again. This time, Becky rolled over me and lifted the handset. A voice crackled over the old analogue speaker in the earpiece.
“Breakfast is ready, you two. Get washed and get your cabooses down to the basement. We’ll be eating in front of Sophie this morning. Oh, before I forget, wear only your robes and pool shoes; no clothing needed.”
Becky relayed the message from Crystal, and we decided to shower together to save some time. We washed each other quickly. Usually, a shower would take at least an hour and be worthy of at least two orgasms each, more if Sophie was involved. Today, we were washed, dried and almost dressed in under ten minutes.
The elevator doors opened on the Bridal suite floor with their customary and annoying cheerful sounding ‘ping’. Still rubbing tiredness from my eyes, I allowed Becky to enter before me and wrapped my arms around her, fondling her bountiful breasts with their cue-tip nipples. She chuckled as she spun around and wrapped her arms around my waist, pulling me close to her for a long, lingering and amazingly arousing French kiss. I was thankful to note that, as my erection rose, an evening off meant my dick was no longer sore from the grazes Sophie had inflicted the day before. So the day was looking better already.
The Elevator opened to the Dungeon level, and we were met by the same two gentlemen that had dragged Sophie off to her temporary purgatory late yesterday evening. I untangled myself from Becky’s embrace and nodded cordially at the two gimps.
“Mistress asks that you follow us to her location.” The taller of the two said. As we started walking through the space, I noticed it was furnished with plush décor. Black Chaise Longue lined the dark burgundy walls, and tasteful artworks of nudes and other erotica were dotted about here and there. I realised this assortment of objet d’art would not have been out of place in the parlour back home.
We arrived at Sophie’s room, and Gimp-guy opened the door for us before they both turned and knelt at either side of the open portal, looking very much like guard dogs. What was in front of us stopped me in my tracks. Sophie was tied down spread-eagled to a Y-shaped table that could rotate on the long axis, like the old hospital beds. Sophie was adorned with various cold cuts and bread running down her body. It was a self-serve buffet – with the bonus of accessing Sophie’s delicious pussy, if you wanted to. From the looks of things, Crystal wanted to.
Crystal looked up from her lingual assault on Sophie and waved a cheerful hello to us before returning to her feast. Sophie was fast approaching orgasm, if the shuddering in her restrained legs was anything to go by. When the shaking started, Crystal stopped, turned away to select some ham slices, and placed them on a plate with some bread.
“Here you are, Becky. There are sauces and other condiments on the trolley by the back wall.” It was hard to distinguish the words over Sophie’s howling and various expletives at being denied orgasm for the umpteenth time.
Daisy delicately rubbed a riding crop over Sophie’s bare breasts, tapping each nipple quite hard, and had been doing so for a while if the angry red colour they displayed was any indication.
“It is straightforward, Sophie. Tell us why you are so intent on hurting these wonderful people, and we can stop this nonsense,” Daisy looked up at Becky and stated that we were wholly overdressed for the occasion. Becky and I looked at each other, shrugged and dropped our robes to the floor. Crystal retrieved them for us and hung them neatly next to the two hanging on the wall. Only at this moment did I realise that Daisy and Crystal were naked.
“Come, you two. Say good morning to Sophie.” Becky placed her plate of food on the table at the back of the room, next to a tray of various bondage devices and sex toys, some of which looked like they belonged in a medieval torture chamber. Once done, we both approached Sophie to say good morning.
“I need to cum, you guys, but they won’t let me. It hurts so much; I need it! Please, tell them to let me cum, Oli. She’s your Cousin; she’ll listen to you.” I heard Daisy and Crystal chuckle wickedly as they watched the interaction unfold. Crystal resumed her feasting on Sophie’s pussy.
“I’m sorry, Soph. Unfortunately, I, we can’t do that. This is the course of treatment prescribed by Hamish. Becky and I both agree that you need to tell us what’s going on with you so we can help you. We love you very much, but things can’t go on as they were. Do you understand that, Sophie?” By this point, I had completely forgotten that I was naked, and having stolen a glance at Becky, I felt that she was equally comfortable in being naked in front of Daisy and Crystal.
Sophie began to sob like a child. “I can’t tell them what I don’t know, for fuck’s sake!” Sobs wracked Sophie’s body as her chest heaved with her ragged breathing.
Daisy moved from her position by Sophie’s head and moved between Becky and me. She turned Becky towards her and made a big show of planting a long, lingering kiss on Becky while simultaneously fondling her left breast tenderly, making Becky’s nipples stand painfully proud. This served two purposes. It made me as hard as an iron rod, and it made Sophie insane with jealousy.
Crystal had noticed the effect on me and made a cooing noise before she dropped to her knees in front of me; her left hand went to Becky’s smooth pussy, playing with her clit and labia tenderly while her mouth engulfed me, and she took my entire length into her throat in one flawless motion. Daisy had noticed Crystal join the party and had turned to face me, her tongue finding mine as, once again, I had some very vivid dreams about fucking my cousin. A fantasy that, unless I missed my guess, I was very soon going to be able to realise.
“Oh my fucking god,” Sophie exclaimed. “This is the sexiest fucking thing I’ve seen, and I can’t do a fucking thing about it!” Sophie struggled against her bindings in a futile escape attempt. “It’s not even bothering me that Oli’s cousin is blowing him and fingering Becky simultaneously. So why isn’t that bothering me?”
Sophie’s rhetorical question was precisely the door into her mind Daisy needed her to push open, to get inside Sophie’s mind and help unearth the hidden root of her behaviour, expose it and then deal with the issue that was affecting us all.
Daisy took one last suck on my dick, then withdrew her fingers from Becky, making a big show of licking the fingers that, until a moment ago, were buried in my lover’s pussy.
“Ummm. Becky, darling. You taste utterly divine! So sweet! And Oli – that cock should be licenced as a lethal weapon. It’s delicious! I’ll be having more of you both later on,” Daisy rose, and I noticed a pool of what appeared to be water just under where Daisy’s pussy would have been hovering. Then I realised that Daisy’s nectar had leaked onto the hard concrete of the floor. I guess she liked cock more than she let on, or she’d enjoyed fingering Becky. Either way, she was horny as fuck.
Daisy plunged a finger between her soaking wet labia and approached Sophie once again, dragging her moist finger over Sophie’s lips. Sophie lapped at the digit hungrily, like an animal starved for too long. Daisy let Sophie suck the finger for precisely three seconds before withdrawing her sticky digit from Sophie’s hungry mouth. Finally, Daisy whispered into Sophie’s ear loud enough for us all to hear.
“Sophie, my dear. That is exactly the question we will find out the answer to. Why isn’t anything bothering you any longer?” Daisy turned towards Crystal and addressed her forcefully.
“Slut, who is your Mistress?”
“You are. My dear and beloved Mistress.”
“Very good. Will you do as your Mistress commands, even if you do not wish to do something?”
“Yes, Mistress, your word is law.”
“Excellent, slut. I command you to turn on the video feed for the bedroom next door; then, I want you to take them both next door and fuck them for as long as they can withstand your ministrations.”
“But, Mistress… you know I please only you. How can I…” Daisy cut off Crystal’s objections swiftly.
“SILENCE, Slut. I have given you a command. Obey me!”
“Yes, Mistress. At once.”
And with that, Crystal turned to us and gave us the most mischievous grin and wink I’ve ever seen. They were both playing their roles so well… I wondered briefly if it wasn’t entirely an act.
Crystal motioned us to the luxurious and sturdy-looking four-poster bed. The room was bare, except for cameras on each wall at about head height. Becky climbed onto the bed first, followed by me. Becky fell into my arms and started to kiss me passionately. There was a sound of a heavy metal door closing, and the bed dipped as Crystal joined us in a mass of limbs.
I secretly enjoyed having two smoking hot redheads in the same bed. Becky was a handful on her own; with Crystal in the mix, I’d have to be doubly cautious and pace myself. I felt Crystal settle off to the side of me and heard Becky’s sharp intake of breath and following long, drawn-out sigh as Crystal began to tend to Becky’s labia and soaking wet sex.
I would have been happy just to watch a little red-on-red action, but Crystal reached over Becky’s thigh and grabbed my cock and started to pump it up and down slowly, with a twisting motion as she approached the top of the stroke. What was it with redheads and their incredibly accurate spatial awareness? My eyes closed, and I enjoyed the sensations my cousins’ wife gave me. All the while, electronic eyes fed our escapades through to the monitor next door in glorious 4K, and I am almost convinced I could hear Sophie’s howls of frustration through the wall.
Meanwhile, Daisy directed Sophie’s attention to the monitor in her room while helping herself to a little blonde hors d’oeuvre. Then, denying Sophie her climax continually, between the peaks and troughs, Daisy suggested again that there was an easy way out of this. All Sophie had to do was open up and let the darkness out.
“I’ve got no darkness to let out. Please. Just let me cum. I hurt so much,” Sophie allowed her head to fall to the side as she felt another wave of orgasm beginning to build, hurried along by the sight of Becky and I being pleasured by Crystal. Resigned to being denied again, she felt the climax near its crescendo and knew the pain would be unbearable. Sophie’s primal brain took over. Unconsciously, two words formed on Sophie’s lips, quite unbidden by her conscious mind. Those words, once uttered, made Daisy’s heart shatter for the blond under her care. Those two whispered words were ‘President Mathers.’ Daisy, taken aback, allowed the poor girl to release her sexual frustration in a colossal gush over the floor. Sophie howled in exultation as her climax shook her to her core and finally robbed her of consciousness.
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Tuesday: 13:30
Yesterday’s session with Crystal had gone on well into the evening. We’d sucked, fucked, licked, nibbled, bitten and explored every crevice of each other’s bodies. Crystal is surprisingly flexible for her age and has a sexual appetite to match Becky’s. Several times I nodded off for a power nap while the ‘two reds’, as I had nicknamed them, went powering into each other with the abandonment that one attributes to new lovers discovering each other.
Daisy had called for Crystal, Becky and me to join her in the lounge to enjoy Chef’s best dishes and discuss what progress Sophie had made.
“As soon as Sophie uttered the words ‘Principal Mathers’, I knew immediately what her issue was likely to be,” Daisy picked up a battered king-sized prawn and dunked it liberally in the sweet and chilli dip that accompanied the dish. “The amount of people that we see with authority issues that are actually ‘Daddy’ issues, or in this case, School President issues, is quite surprising.”
Becky added some more information to the mix, so we could all be on the same page, as it were. “Sophie never really spoke about her family, just that her Grandparents had raised her, but her time at college had changed her. Made her more open to bucking authority and taking risks,” Becky picked up a stick of celery and dipped it into some herby concoction that smelled far too garlicky to be healthy. “Oh my, this is delicious. Anyway – Sophie didn’t go into any details with me, just that she was glad to have me for companionship in the evenings in our doom room, but she always seemed to be in the President’s bad books for some reason.”
I was tearing through my huge rib-eye steak seared to a perfect medium rare with a knife that would have been at home on a Samurai’s obi. A baked potato and a mountain of coleslaw accompanied the meat. “OK, so I guess there is unresolved trauma there that we need to address. Does anyone have any ideas?” I asked, feeling entirely out of my depth and desperately wanting guidance and direction to make this right for my girls.
Daisy had anticipated my question and already had the answer. “Oli, you and Becky are integral to this next phase. But, unfortunately, Sophie will be deprived of the sensation of sight and sound,” While she was speaking, Daisy reached into the selection of food in the middle of the table and grabbed a lobster claw, cracking it with an ornate pair of claw crackers and sucking the meat out of the shell with a noisy slurping sound. Next, Daisy delicately dabbed at her lips and chin, catching the butter that coated her lower face, before continuing to talk.
“Sophie will be both blindfolded and wearing noise-cancelling earphones connected to a microphone. She can hear and answer me, but not you two. She’s had two days of orgasm denial now. I think it’s time to show her the more tender side of love. Don’t you?”
“OK, where do you want us to be, Daisy?” Becky’s question put words to my thoughts.
“Well, poor Sophie can’t very well answer any questions if she has a mouthful of that wonderful cock of Oli’s,” Daisy paused, then sighed. She remembered seeing Crystal sucking, then fucking, and finally taking all my length into her tight little ass while Becky was licking Crystal’s clit and fingering her pussy. She started herself from her reverie and continued detailing the plan.
“So, I propose that Oli gives oral satisfaction and penetrative pleasure to our young charge while Becky tends to her supremely sensitive nipples and kissing duties. The most delicious part is, she won’t know it’s you two. I will ask a series of questions to which I hope Sophie will provide honest answers.”
We finished our lunch in relative silence, other than the occasional “Oooh, you must try this” or “This is divine.” My mind was racing, and I know Becky’s was too; I could feel her leg twitching with nervous excitement
Tuesday: 14:30
Daisy spritzed Becky and me with her Eau-De-Toilette to hide our natural scents and then placed a satin choker about her delicate neck. This was an extra item of clothing; ordinarily, she would be nude in the room to enflame Sophie’s passion and lust. We entered Sophie’s room silently. There was a little stool at the conjunction of the Y-shaped table, between Sophie’s legs, which I swiftly claimed as instructed by Daisy, pointing first to me, then to the stool. Becky accompanied Daisy to the head of the table and awaited the instructions to commence.
Daisy held three fingers in the air and mouthed the words, Three, Two, One, dropping a finger on each word. Becky began by lightly running a finger over Sophie’s soft lips. Sophie jumped at the unexpected contact but soon relaxed as she perceived no threats. Becky then delicately caressed her collarbones and the slopes of Sophie’s breasts with the backs of her perfectly manicured nails. I marvelled at the erotic sight before me as goose pimples broke out all over Sophie’s body from Becky’s slightest touch. It was exciting Sophie because the room was at about 80°F
I joined a moment or two later by planting long, sensual kisses up the insides of Sophie’s thighs, first the left, then the right. I started just above the knees and stopped just short of her labia. Then, while kissing one thigh, I would lightly trace a fingertip up and down the opposite leg, playing with the crook of her knee and all down to her beautifully turned ankles. Watching how wet she got from such little attention was remarkable—no wonder she would have been frustrated if she were this horny all the time.
“Sophie, can you hear me?” Daisy was testing the Lavalier microphone she’d attached to her satin choker.
Sophie nodded but didn’t speak. So Becky and I continued to delicately and softly tend to Sophie’s erogenous zones with fingers and tongues.
“That’s very good, Sophie. I want to reward you with some tenderness. But first, you must tell me what happened with your College President. That’s the President Mathers you mean, isn’t it? The one that you have tried to forget for so long,” Daisy leant over Sophie’s torso and planted the most tender of kisses on her that I think I’ve ever seen another human being give to another. It wasn’t passionate exactly, nor was it lustful or demanding. It was loving. “Do you think you can do that for me?” Daisy motioned for Becky and me to stop for a moment. We complied instantly.
“If you kiss me like that again, Mistress, I’ll tell you any fucking thing you want,” Sophie sighed. Becky and I went back to our ministrations. I caught the surprise in Becky’s eyes when Sophie called Daisy ‘Mistress’. I am sure it matched my own.
“So tell me, Sophie. What happened?” Daisy’s tone was caring and non-confrontational as she motioned Becky to move slightly so she could start nibbling and sucking on one of Sophie’s now extremely erect nipples. Becky complied, and as soon as she touched the tip of her tongue to the nipple, Sophie took a sharp intake of breath and then moaned with bliss.
“It started the second week of our first semester. I had turned 18 already, and I guess I just caught his eye, the fucking pervert. It turns out he has a predilection for blue-eyed blondes with perky tits and tight cunts. FUCK that felt good. Ummm,” Sophie paused to catch her breath, which Becky was doing an exceptional job of taking away from her.
“Carry on, Sophie. Please,” Daisy prompted while motioning for me to get a little more intimate with my fingers and tongue around Sophie’s pussy.
“Oooh. Spread my honeypot open… Sorry Mistress. Yes. We had not long been at college, and was really horny for Becks, my roomie, when I was called to the President’s office for some bullshit reason. Oooh, just there, don’t stop. His secretary was nowhere to be seen, so I just knocked and went right in, he’d called me there, after all. I caught him masturbating to some internet porn, but he was dressed in a garter and stockings under his trousers. He was oooh… oooh… I’m going to cum.” Daisy held up a hand, and Becky and I ceased our actions while Sophie calmed a little.
“Not yet, little one. Finish telling me what happened,” Daisy paused briefly before indicating that we should continue but be less enthusiastic. This was about teaching Sophie tenderness while experiencing the same and recounting the tragedy in her life.
“He saw me watching him and just grinned at me. I tried to turn away, but he yelled at me to stay where I was, like a dog,” tears started to flow down Sophie’s beautiful countenance, and for the first time, I felt pity for her. And I felt angry at myself for not trying to help her understand her issue sooner rather than later.
Becky moved about the table to start working on Sophie’s other breast, lest the one nipple become too sensitive to her touch. I slowly inserted my index finger into Sophie’s dripping pussy, languidly pushing the digit in and out while applying the occasional thumb rub to her super sensitive and exceptionally engorged clit. Each time my thumb made contact with her nub, a little jolt would run up her body, causing Sophie to quiver with excitement.
Daisy looked at me and saw that my cock was like an iron bar. She looked across at Becky, who was slowly plunging two or three fingers into her hairless snatch. She shrugged and moved to kneel beside me. Wrapping her delicate fingers almost around my girth, she gave me a sly smile and started to match both Becky’s speed and my own. My breath caught at the sensation of my distant relative playing with my dick. I looked up and caught Becky’s eyes. She looked at me with nothing but love and gave me a sexy little wink. That wink said, ‘It’s OK. Enjoy it.’
“Sophie, tell me. What happened next?” Then Daisy bent forward and took my glans in her mouth, her tongue lapping the pre-cum pooling in my meatus. It was all I could do to stop myself from groaning. The microphone was right next to Daisy’s throat; surely Sophie must be able to hear Daisy sucking my cock?
“He had grabbed his heavy leather belt from his desk and brought it with him,” sobs started to wrack Sophie’s body again, and she took a moment to compose herself before continuing.
“He grabbed me by my wrists, pulled me towards his desk, and bent me over the edge of it. He. He. He slapped my ass a few times and told me I was a bad girl for watching him wank,” Sophie sniffled a few times before she reached the finale of her secret. Daisy, in the meantime, had stopped sucking my dick and turned her attention to Sophies dripping wet pussy. I marvelled at how turned-on she was by letting this secret out.
“It’s O.K., little one. Finish your tale for me,” Daisy planted a little kiss on Sophie’s clit before standing and rejoining Becky at the head of the bed.
“When he saw I was wet from his spanking, that I had soaked through my panties and my cheerleading skirt, that I had enjoyed it. He called me a ‘sinful little harlot’. ‘Satan’s concubine’ and the worst one, a ‘cheap whore’. He ripped my skirt and panties down and used his belt on me. Nine lashes on each of my ass cheeks. One for each year of my life.”
“That’s terrible, Sophie. Then what happened?” Daisy motioned for us to both cease our pleasuring of Sophie while she told us the final truth of her teenage trauma.
“That’s what I had to endure every Friday when I got out from cheer practice. The Pres, as he wanted me to call him would be dressed like fucking Frank’n’Furter from Rocky Horror. He would be in his office, waiting for me,” Sophie paused as if trying to sense her surroundings. Then, after a moment, she carried on her monologue. “If I spoke, I would get extra lashes; if I moaned or cried out, I would get extra lashes. If he saw I was enjoying it, extra lashes.” Sophie had stopped crying and spoke with no emotion in her voice. “The worst part is, I started to fucking enjoy it. The pain, the humiliation, all of it. Even sucking his tiny dick and swallowing the pathetic amount of cum he generated became like a drug to me.”
“Poor child, Sophie. The strap should not be used to cause fear or intimidation. Nor should it be used in anger. But, on the other hand, it can be wonderfully erotic and enhancing to love play.” Daisy thought for a moment. I guessed that she was going to deviate from her plan slightly.
“Sophie. I’m going to remove your headphones and blindfold in a moment. But, before I do that, have you learned that pain for its own sake is not and should never be used as a tool in the bedroom?” Daisy barely spoke above a whisper, as if trying to keep the question a secret between her and Sophie.
“Yes, Mistress. I have learned that giving pleasure to another is its own reward. Thank you for teaching me, Mistress.”
There it was again, calling Daisy Mistress. I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. Daisy motioned for me to join her and Becky at the head of the table.
“Sophie, I will remove your earphones and blindfold after I have released your bindings. Are you ready?”
“Yes, Mistress. As you wish,” Sophie was playing along, at least, I hoped she was.
Daisy went around the table and removed Sophie’s restraints one by one. When she’d finished, Sophie stretched out. Her lithe form. She looked graceful as muscles and sinews were allowed to stretch and contract fully for the first time in a few days. She looked for all intents and purposes like a cat stretching after a long nap in the sun. Finally, Daisy removed the headset and blindfold from Sophie.
Sophie blinked a few times while her eyes adjusted to the bright lighting in the room. Then, finally, she looked up and saw Daisy, Becky and me standing by her, and a shy smile flashed over her beautiful features.
“I guess the cat is out of the bag now, eh?” Sophie said, smiling shyly. It was so very good to see that smile once again. I hadn’t realised just how much I’d missed it.
“We’ve been worried about you so much, Soph. Why didn’t you tell us this happened to you?” Becky was as happy as I was that we knew what had happened to Sophie, but like me, she wanted to know why she’d not trusted us enough to be truthful with us.
“I was ashamed, Becks. President Mathers abused me for two years. There were weekends when I couldn’t sit down; he’d beat me so hard with that fucking belt.” Becky leaned forward and hugged Sophie so tightly that I feared she was going to cause Sophie injury. I joined in and wrapped my arm around both the girls. I hoped this catharsis would set us straight, and we could return to how things were.
“Why don’t you three go next door and get reacquainted?” Daisy’s suggestion was matched with a lascivious grin and was as much for her amusement as for our reunion. I noticed that the cameras for the next room were still on, and the monitor showed a room with a large bed in the middle of an otherwise empty space.
Becky, Sophie and I made love for hours; it seemed. There was no rough play, no biting or scratching, just tenderness, compassion and an overwhelming sense of calm that was quite wonderous as we made our way across each other’s bodies. Rediscovering areas that caused the most extraordinary sensations. The crook of a knee, the backs of the thighs, and the junction of the neck and collarbone, all received lavish attention from Becky and me.
Sophie was our canvas, and we painted her with our fingers, lips, and tongues. Sophie lay there and luxuriated in our attentions. I lost count of the number of orgasms she had. Our final act, before we collapsed into a sweaty mess of limbs, was for Becky to be sat on Sophie’s face while I made love to Sophie’s now thoroughly stretched pussy. We climaxed together, and ropes of my cum saturated the inside of Sophie’s pussy, as it had done many times, but this time felt different; I can’t explain why.
We were exhausted, and sleep quickly claimed us. Sophie lay on her back, nestled between Becky and me, as we lay on our sides facing each other. We were holding Sophie, protecting her. Even our subconscious minds were looking out for our love. We slept peacefully well into the following day.
Wednesday: 12:30
“Hey, there they are. Hello sleepyheads,” Crystal had brought some lunch to us in the dungeon bedroom. Nothing too extravagant. Some sandwiches, a pitcher of orange juice and some plain chips.
“When you’re ready, Sophie’s things are back in the Bridal suite. Why don’t you get cleaned up and join us by the pool?” Crystal gave us each a loving kiss, far more than would generally be acceptable, but as we all had intimate knowledge of each other, it didn’t seem odd. We all watched her sashay out of the room, wiggling her hips seductively.
Realising that we were all, in fact, famished, we made short work of the small feast provided to us and beat a hasty retreat to the bridal suite. None of us cared any longer if we were dressed or not; it, indeed, was like being back at home. As we walked through the dungeon, those few clients of Daisy’s that could see us gave us envious glances as we wallowed in our freedom.
We showered and dressed for an afternoon by the pool. The other kids on Spring Break had now arrived, and the party atmosphere was full and vibrant. There were party games and drinking games. The number of jocks hitting on Becky and Sophie was a great source of enjoyment for the girls. Becky and Sophie would entertain their best efforts at seduction, politely decline, and start making out with each other.
It was cruel, in a way, but it was so hot to watch simultaneously. Even Daisy commented on it more than once. I could occasionally see her subtly rub at her pussy while watching Becky and Sophie in the pool or walking about in their barely-there bikinis. Daisy’s arousal was evident by the tents her nipples made in her bikini top.
I was thankful that a few girls tried hitting on me too. I was still the geeky-looking guy with the average everything (well, almost everything.) If Sophie or Becky saw me when I was being hit on, they never said anything; they were having too much fun teasing the other guys and more than a few girls.
In the second week of our vacation, on Tuesday, Sophie said she would like to be alone. Not wanting to cause a relapse, Becky and I agreed, so we explored the Island some more while Sophie stayed in the Hotel.
“Are you sure you want to do this, Sophie?” Daisy’s question was to the point. Sophie nodded and stepped into the dungeon again. Not as a client this time. This time, she entered as a novice Domme, who was herself a sub to her new Mistress, Daisy.
“Once I put this collar on you, it ties you to myself and Crystal in a way beyond the physical. It is a commitment that you are to do as you are commanded, with no question or hesitation, just as Crystal obeys me, so you must, too!”
“I understand my Mistress; my heart only wishes to serve you,” Sophie’s whispered reply was short. Sophie lifted her chin slightly as Daisy placed the plain leather collar about Sophie’s delicate neck. There was no chain yet, that would come later and be applied by Crystal, who would become unleashed as Sophie took her place, besides her two new lovers.
I guess that Sophie felt a little bad; the path she’d chosen was right for her, but she would break both Becky’s and my hearts while realising her true calling with Daisy and Crystal, and their lifestyle. So she stood and embraced first Daisy, then Crystal, kissing them equally passionately.
“Mistress, you awoke something inside me that I hadn’t realised was there. Lying dormant just below the surface,” Sophie pursed her lips, searching for the right words to express her feelings and thoughts. “Now I understand the root of my anger; I can control it and use it to help others with your guidance, Mistress.” Daisy took both of Sophie’s hands and looked into her beautiful blue eyes. Sophie continued to speak.
“Becky and Oli do not need such help, and I fear that despite their understanding, forgiveness isn’t total with either of them,” Sophie withdrew a hand from Daisy and wiped away a wayward tear as it ran down her cheek. “My future is here, with you,” Sophie pulled Daisy’s other hand to her face and kissed her knuckles delicately.
“Very well, Sophie. You have chosen your path. Welcome to the Dungeon,” Daisy turned towards her wife and passed Sophie’s hand to Crystal. “Crystal, please take Sophie to her new chambers and settle her. We can then look at the bookings and see when it would be appropriate to include her in some appointments for her induction.”
“As you wish, my Mistress,” Crystal took Sophie’s hand and led her towards the elevators and her new future.
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Becky and I got back to the hotel at about 8 PM. We were footsore from all the exploring we’d done. We limped into the lounge and grabbed our usual booth. Ryan appeared out of nowhere and took our order, a straightforward cheeseburger and fries with a beer.
“I wonder why Sophie wanted time to herself today?” Becky asked absently, thinking out loud more than anything, I supposed.
“I have no idea, but I’m sure we’ll soon find out, Becky,” I reached across the table to take Becky’s hand and give it a reassuring squeeze. “Besides, it was nice to just be us for a while, no dungeons or pseudo-tortures in sight.” I grinned at Becky mischievously.
Becky returned my grin and hand squeeze, and we sat in companionable silence for a while, exhausted from hiking around the island and exploring deserted beaches and coves. We’d found a few spots that were south facing and had the sun all day and were practically deserted, making great spots for some naughty fun in the sun.
Ryan appeared shortly after, and we took no time tucking into our burgers. Soon after we started eating, Daisy and Crystal walked up to the booth, and we invited them to join us. Ryan reappeared, took drinks orders from the newcomers, and said he’d refresh Becky’s and my beer.
“How was your day, Becky, Oli?” Daisy asked innocently as she made small talk while we finished devouring our food.
“Tiring, but so good,” Becky popped a few fries into her mouth and chewed enthusiastically before finishing her sentence. “We found a few coves that would be great for nude sunbathing to the south of the island.” Becky smiled at Crystal and Daisy wickedly, knowing they would pick up on her double-entendre.
“I’m glad you found those places, and you’re correct. They do make for some great and discreet fun times. Crystal and I have probably been there ourselves,” Daisy took a drink from her prosecco flute before continuing. “Folks, Crystal and I have some news for you, but we must wait for Sophie to arrive. Are you both ok for a minute while I go find her?” Daisy rose from the booth and walked into the hotel towards the elevators.
Becky looked at me as I looked at her. Worry was written all over her face, as I am sure it was mine. A thousand things ran through my head simultaneously; none were even close to the truth. I couldn’t have imagined what would transpire when Sophie appeared about half an hour later.
Ryan had cleared away our food plates and brought another round of drinks; Crystal was chatting amiably to Becky and me about the previous week and its events and how well Sophie had responded to Daisy’s techniques to bring out her trauma and deal with it head-on.
That’s the moment Daisy and Sophie appeared. I stopped what I was saying and just stared, mouth open. I tried to form words, but none would form; that’s when Becky turned to see what I was staring at. Crystal just sat there, grinning like the proverbial Cheshire Cat.
Daisy and Sophie were dressed identically. Form-fitting sequined black dresses that finished about two-thirds the way up the leg, with a split to the hip on the left. Both wore black fishnet hose, as no garters were visible under the dress or stocking tops on the left thigh. Their hair was also finished in the same way, one platinum blonde and one golden blonde with hair scraped back into a severe single ponytail, held in place with a rather industrial-looking hair clip.
The most striking thing about them both was their identical makeup. Black lipstick, black eyeliner, indigo eye shadow and blush, with gold edges around the lips. I couldn’t help but notice the collar around Sophie’s neck. I had a sudden knot in the pit of my stomach, the kind you get when the roller-coaster is about to drop you for the first time.
“Becks, Oli, may we join you, please?” Sophie’s voice shook a little, but she still sounded confident.
“Of course, Soph. You never need to ask our permission, you know that,” Becky said, with a curiosity that I also felt.
“I’m sorry to do this here, but I have decided for myself,” Sophie was struggling to find the words to express herself, knowing that what was to come would be painful for us all, most of all for Becky, as she’d known Sophie for a longer time than I. “My time here has made me realise that this anger is a part of me. Something that I have to learn to control.”
“That’s OK, Soph; we understand that, don’t we, Oli?” Becky’s statement barely registered as I was still processing that collar and what it signified. I didn’t think that Becky had yet cottoned on to its meaning.
“Yeah, we do understand, Sophie. You know you can trust us with anything. We love you, and we want you to be happy,” was all I could manage.
“I’ve talked it over with Hamish, Daisy and Crystal, and I’ll be staying here indefinitely as part of my ongoing ‘therapy’. But, guys, I’m breaking the agreement we all made,” tears started to cascade down Becky’s face and Sophie’s. Daisy and Crystal soon followed suit. I’m not one for crying in public; I’d save that for later with Becky.
“Daisy and Crystal have accepted me for who and what I am. I know that I have both hurt and scarred you for life. I don’t want to hurt either of you again, so much so that I don’t trust myself with you.” Sophie took a long, shaky breath before she finished what she was saying. “Breaking our agreement is the only way to be sure I don’t hurt either of you again.”
“If this is what you want, Soph, neither of us can stop you,” Becky looked up at me; her green eyes were flooded with tears, and emotions ranging from disbelief to disappointment crossed her face simultaneously.
“But what about university? We’ve only got one semester left before graduation.” Becky hoped that Sophie would come back to Yale with us. However, Hamish had called in some favours, and as the bulk of Sophie’s work had been completed, he’d managed to wrangle dispensation for her to finish her classes remotely and still be able to graduate.
“I’ve already sorted that out with Hamish. So I’ll be finishing remotely.” Sophie was ready to drop the other shoe on Becky and me.
“Becky, this collar about my neck is a promise to my new Mistress. I am now collared to Daisy and will do her bidding, whatever that may be.”
“So just like that, you’re done with Oli and me?” The incredulity in Becky’s voice was not hidden.
“I’m sorry, Becky, Oli; I must do what’s right for me. This is what is right for me. I need to be controlled and taught. Not analysed and have my head shrunk by Hamish,” Sophie took another deep breath before she continued. “I wish I weren’t broken, so we could carry on living the dream we’ve had. The thing about dreams is, though, sometimes you have to wake up from them. It’s sad, but that’s life.”
“Fine. I’m sorry too, Sophie. I thought you loved us, but clearly, you have no regard or feelings for us.” Becky stood, forcing Crystal to stand also so Becky could make her way out of the booth. As soon as she was clear, Becky took off, heading towards the elevators. I fired Daisy such a look, and as I exited the booth, I said the last words I thought I would ever speak to my Cousin.
“Great work, cuz. We’ll be checking out in the morning.”
Sophie tried to grab my arm as I walked past her, but I was not in the mood to massage her ego or her feelings of guilt. I just looked at her and shook my head. She’d hurt my girl, and she knew it. She knew I was pissed. She nodded and let my arm go as I made my way out to find Becky.
We packed that night and checked out early to avoid confrontation with Daisy, Crystal or Sophie. As a result, the journey home was spent mostly in silence, with Becky crying most of the time.
Eventually, we arrived home, and life returned to its usual pace. Al packed up Sophie’s belonging and sent them to her via FedEx. Becky and I adjusted to being a couple again, and we eventually graduated with Master’s degrees in Archeology.
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12 Months Later.
“Oli, Becky, there’s mail here from Georgia for you.” My mom’s dulcet tones wafted into the kitchen, where we had breakfast.
“I’ll get it,” I said, springing up from the breakfast bar and trotting to the foyer. I retrieved the envelope and returned to the kitchen, so Becky and I could open it together.
“One phone call in the last year, and now a letter. I assume it’s from Sophie?” Becky still hadn’t forgiven Sophie for her treatment of us or how she’d left us in Georgia to join my Cousins’ dungeon.
I opened the envelope and dropped a letter, a hospital admission wrist bracelet, and a Polaroid. Becky picked up the letter and read the few words scribbled on it. I picked up the wrist tag and Polaroid.
Becky and I looked at each other, faces drained of blood. The letter read.
Guys,
I’m sorry I’ve not been in touch with you more. I’ve been a little busy dealing with some of my stuff here.
I’m well, and Daisy and Crystal have been so good to me and supportive during everything. So I’m enjoying my role here and helping many people the way that Daisy and Crystal helped me. It lets me channel my anger into something constructive and helps others deal with similar feelings. I’m taking a Psychology course soon, and I hope to become a Psychiatrist, so I can truly understand and help those that come through our doors.
Oli, you’ve undoubtedly seen the wristband and Polaroid I sent you. Oli, I’d like you to meet your son. I named him Angus, after your Dad. I hope you don’t mind?”
I have to go now. Oli, don’t worry about maintenance or anything like that. I can look after Angus with help from Daisy and Crystal. That said, I would also like for you to get to know your son; we’d love to have you back on a regular schedule.
Please write me back.
All my love.
S
P.S. I know Daisy and Crystal are missing that monster between your legs, Oli.
“MOOOM. GET IN HERE!” I shouted as loud as I could. Becky was sobbing uncontrollably, and tears were flooding down my face.
The whole family came running into the kitchen from the parlour to see what the matter was.
I couldn’t speak, and I was too busy holding Becky to do anything other than point at the letter and enclosures on the breakfast bar as everyone barreled into the room.
Hamish picked up the letter and read while Mom looked at the picture and wristband.
“A road trip to Georgia is required.” That was all Hamish could say through the tightness in his throat and the tears in his eyes. As he placed his arms around Becky and me, Mom, Simone and Al, all huddled around us too. Muttered congratulations were issued from all; I was dumbstruck. I was a Dad!
