The Mistress Files (9 page)

She opened the door and ushered two lovely young women inside. One was a tall beauty with tattoos and rainbow-stripped hair. The other was pale and petite, with lustrous brown hair that fell halfway down her back in soft waves.

“Simone, Cassie, this is my friend—”

“Devon,” he said. “My name’s Devon.”

She knew the name Dante Burns had to be fake.

The ladies shook Devon’s hand as The Mistress looked on with wicked glee.

“Ladies, Devon is a new friend of mine. A submissive. He’s looking to explore some of his fantasies. One of them involves being used as a fuck toy by women. A little birdie told me that Devon here loves giving women orgasms. He’d rather give orgasms than have them himself. Isn’t that nice?”

“I love male subs,” Cassie sighed, leaning her head on Simone’s shoulder.

“They really are handy to have around.” Simone kissed Cassie on the top of the head.

“Well...shall we?” The Mistress gestured at the bed.

“I’m in.” Cassie looked Dante up and down. “He’s beautiful.”

“He really is. Looks familiar, too. You come to the club before?” Simone asked.

“No. I just...I have that kind of face,” he said.

“Girls...” The Mistress clapped her hands. “Condoms in the drawer. He’s all yours. I’ll be over here supervising. Let me know if I can assist.”

“Oh, I think we’ve got this, Mistress.” Cassie and Simone came up to Devon and kissed him on the lips, one by one. As Cassie deepened the kiss, Simone raised his arms over his head and pulled his shirt off. Simone ran her hands all over his back and shoulders while Cassie brought his hands to her breasts. The two women pulled him gently to the bed and laid him on his back. The girls were submissives, both of them. But they loved sex, they loved men and they loved submitting to her. Being on The Mistress’s good side meant being invited into Kingsley’s inner sanctum. And right now both girls were definitely on The Mistress’s good side.

Simone slid off the bed and stripped off all her clothes, except for her elaborately laced high heels. She sat with her back to the headboard of the bed and spread her legs wide.

“Fingers first,” she said to Dante and he seemed to have no problem taking that sort of order. Cassie took off her clothes while Dante slipped two and then three fingers into Simone. Whatever he was doing seemed to be working because in less than a minute, Simone the submissive gave an unmistakable order. “Tongue now.”

Simone spread her folds and gave Dante better access to her clitoris. He’d said he loved going down on women and he certainly showed incredible enthusiasm for the task.

Cassie crawled back onto the bed and began caressing Simone’s breasts, teasing her pierced nipples while Dante lapped at her vagina, sucked on her clitoris. All Simone could do was grab the bars of the headboard and moan and moan until an orgasm seized her with body-wracking force.

“Wow...” With that one word Simone collapsed tiredly onto the bed. “Your turn, Cass.”

“You don’t have to tell me twice,” Cassie said as she pushed Dante onto his back. The Mistress wondered if this was like his first time with Amie. On his back, nervous, aroused beyond comprehension, wondering what the hell he was doing while a beautiful older girl touched parts of his body no one but he had touched before. She had to wonder where that trio of girls were now. Beautiful, erotic and loved, giving sexual orders to men? They sounded like perfect additions to The 8th Circle. Kingsley was always looking for a few good Dommes.

Cassie brought Dante’s mouth to her breasts and he latched onto a nipple. He caressed her other breast while she straddled his lap and ground her hips against his. Once Simone recovered enough from her orgasm to see straight again, she did Dante the favor of opening his jeans and freeing his erection. Simone took a condom out of the nightstand and rolled it onto him.

Dante stretched out onto his back as Cassie took him into her hand and guided him inside her. With her hands on his broad, tattooed chest, she rode him with long oval undulations of her hips.

“I know it feels good,” The Mistress said to Dante from her chair near the bed, “but don’t forget, no coming. Just the girls, not you.”

“I promise I won’t. As long as she comes, that’s all that matters.”

“Oh, she’s coming,” Cassie said as she bucked her hips harder against him, using him like nothing more than a dildo that just so happened to be attached to a human body. Dante cupped Cassie’s breasts as she moved on him, teasing her nipples until they were bright red and swollen. “She is definitely coming.”

“Take your time,” Dante said from underneath her. “I can stay here all day....”

He moved one hand between their bodies and found her clitoris. He pressed up against the tight bud and Cassie gasped. She’d promised she was coming and she hadn’t been lying. With a cry they probably heard in the dungeon at the end of the hall, Cassie climaxed on top of him.

She rolled onto her back and lay there panting. Pointing from Simone to Dante, Cassie rasped, “Go get him.”

Simone required no more encouragement.

“Did you come?” Simone asked as she straddled Dante’s chest and sat on his stomach.

“No.”

“He doesn’t have permission to come,” The Mistress chimed in from her chair. She should have brought her book with her to work on while the kids played. She’d remember that for the next gang bang. “He hasn’t earned it yet.”

“You heard the lady,” Dante said, smiling up at Simone.

“Good. I want to fuck you, too. Now.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Even from her corner of the room, The Mistress could hear the happiness in his voice. Not pleasure. Not desire. Happiness. Being used by women made him happy. And the ladies weren’t complaining, either.

Simone stripped him of the rest of his clothes.

“Can we tie him down, Mistress?” Simone asked as she pulled a new condom out of the box.

“Not this time. He’s a newbie. Gotta save something for the sequel,” she said. She and Dante hadn’t discussed his feelings about bondage

“Oh, fine.” Simone sounded playfully disappointed. “Cassie can hold him down then. That okay, Devon?”

“You won’t hear me objecting.”

“Good boy.” Simone gave him a patronizing couple of slaps on the cheek like a proud Italian grandmother. Looked like Simone might have a bit of a Switch side to her.

She pushed him into her and started riding him while Cassie held him by his wrists, pressing him into the bed. As strong as he was, he could have easily escaped the clutches of the girls, but The Mistress had a feeling that getting away hadn’t even crossed his mind. After a minute, Simone pulled off him, turned around and started to ride him reverse cowgirl-style.

“Do you actually enjoy that?” The Mistress asked. “That is my least favorite position. I feel like the cock’s poking my damn rib cage.”

“It’s kind of weird,” Simone admitted. “But he’s a good size for this position. Not too big, not too small. You have to tilt just right or it does hit the wrong spots.”

“Are you enjoying it?” The Mistress asked Dante. A trick question.

“Doesn’t matter,” he said. “As long as she is.”

“Spoken like a true sub.” The Mistress beamed with pride.

While Simone continued riding him, Cassie swung around and straddled his head. Now he had his cock buried in Simone and his tongue buried in Cassie. If he died underneath those two women, he would, at the very least, die a happy man.

Whatever that magic tongue of his was doing to Cassie certainly seemed to make her a happy woman. And Simone wasn’t complaining, either, as her hips pumped against him.

“Ladies?” The Mistress interjected. “Not to interrupt but he’s not going to be able to warn you he’s about to come if his tongue is three inches inside Cassie.”

Cassie sighed heavily as she moved off Dante’s face.

“I guess you’re right, Mistress. I’ll wait my turn.”

“Oh, sit on his face all you want,” The Mistress said. “He just needs a ducky. Bottom drawer.”

“Ducky?” Dante said, panting as Simone kept moving on him.

Cassie dug in the second nightstand drawer and pulled out a squeaky toy duck.

“Ducky,” Cassie said, putting it into Dante’s hand. “Squeeze it if you’re getting too close. That way I know to get off. I mean, get off you.”

“I’m holding a squeaky toy duck in a dungeon while two women fuck me and a Dominatrix supervises....” Dante said as he stared at the ducky in his hand. “This is not how I imagined my day ending.”

“Really?” The Mistress asked. “It’s exactly how I imagined my day ending. Carry on.”

Cassie sat astride Dante’s face again. He went back to work on her with gusto, and with gusto she came a few minutes later. Right after her orgasm, he squeaked the duck in a warning. Simone sighed and dismounted from him.

Dante lay on the bed as he breathed through his nose, no doubt trying to settle his arousal.

“Simone’s not going to get herself off,” The Mistress reminded him. “Someone’s got to do it for her.”

“I volunteer.” He raised his hand in the air and the girls giggled. “Suggestions?”

“She likes fingers. Oh, even better.” The Mistress disappeared into her dungeon and returned with a vibrator. “Sanitized and fully charged. Go get her.”

Simone threw her legs wide open and Dante teased her with the vibrator while Cassie watched and assisted. When done, Cassie expressed an interest in some double penetration. Dante lubed her up and penetrated her anally while Simone pushed a condom-covered vibrator gently into her vagina.

An hour passed as Dante took turns bringing each woman to orgasm...with his hands, his mouth, his cock, and then back through the gamut again. By the time each of them had come three times, they were all exhausted, sweating and barely mobile.

The Mistress gave the three of them a round of applause and promptly kicked Cassie and Simone out of the room. With much grumbling and complaining, they put on their clothes and kissed Dante goodbye. Of the three, he alone had not come during the sex. He remained rock-hard and smiling.

Once alone again, The Mistress sat back down on her throne and beckoned Dante to kneel at her feel. Naked and aroused, he did as told.

“You had fun being a fuck toy today, didn’t you?”

“That’s the best sex I’ve had since high school.”

The Mistress tapped her chin. “Now that’s a sentence you don’t hear very often.”

“I’ve had a lot of bad sex since high school.”

“Was it bad or was it just not what you wanted?”

“Not what I wanted. But tonight, with them? Oh, my God...that was perfect.”

“We can do it again sometime. Maybe work some bondage in. Make you into a real sex slave. Get a real Domme in here to do you. How does that sound?”

“I think I’d like that, Mistress.”

“Would you like to come for me?”

“Yes...so much. Please.”

“Come for me then. Wait...no. Say ‘please’ again.”

Dante looked at her with humble beseeching eyes.

“Please...please, Mistress.”

“Okay, go for it.”

He stroked himself while she watched with a raised eyebrow, daring him to impress her. Closing his eyes, he moved his hand faster on himself as his breathing grew more ragged. A minute passed...another...

“Having trouble there, Cock Star?” The Mistress asked him.

“I’ve never done this in front of somebody before.”

He kept stroking but without coming.

The Mistress rolled her eyes.

“‘Head Like a Hole,’” she said. Dante’s eyes popped wide open.

“What?”

“My favorite Nine Inch Nails song,” she confessed and gave him a wink.

Dante came in seconds. She handed him a moist towelette, noticed the amount of semen that had landed on her rug and handed him two more.

“You do know Trent Reznor,” he said as he cleaned himself up, a broad smile on his face.

“I’m a child of the early nineties.” She extended her leg so that her foot hung in the air two inches from his lips. He kissed her boot reverently. “Eddie Vedder and my right hand gave me my first orgasm.”

“Mistress...I think I’m in love with you.” He kissed his way from her toes to her knee.

“Well,” she sighed, “you’re only human.”

END OF SESSION

So I was right about Cock Star. First of all, there was no video shoot. Total ruse. Dante had been dying for years to explore kink but didn’t feel safe or comfortable enough to come to us as a client or seeker. He needed the cover. Thankfully he’s feeling better about his desires now. I see him once a month and Cassie and Simone see him every chance they get. They might be submissives but even they can get on board with a male sub that wants nothing more than to give them as many orgasms as humanly possible.

He’s turning into a fantastic male submissive. I have two Dommes banging down my door to collar him. But I think I’ll keep him to myself a little while longer. Needs more training. Plus he’s rich as fuck and leaves amazing tips, including concert tickets.

Speaking of concerts, I went to his most recent show at Madison Square Garden. Pretty good music... The Black Sheets are no Pearl Jam, just for the record. He debuted a new song at the show. It’s called “Bootkisser” and contains the lyric “I’d rather kiss your boot than let them kiss my ass.”

Wonder where he got the inspiration....

The Mistress Files #4

The Case of the Secret Switch

By Nora Sutherlin