Mike is nearly asleep on my lap, his head pillowed on my thighs as I drag my nails down his scalp just the way he likes. He’s nearly purring, and his eyelids are heavy, drifting closed periodically.  

He’s still naked, of course. It’s a Sunday night, and I’ve had him in a session since Tuesday. Our brief experiment with adorable Isabella had been Friday, and tonight was going to be the last night of this session. Mike was tired, and so was I. After such a long period of being a sub, I knew Mike was craving some normalcy, and to interact with his girlfriend as an equal again.  

Still, he had performed so beautifully, and it made my heart soft to know the lengths he would go for my pleasure. Of course, I’m a kind mistress, and Mike gets his share of pleasure too, even if it’s in ways that he wouldn’t have picked out on his own. Mike is important to me, which makes his training important, too. If we were going to make it for the long haul, he had to know exactly what he was getting himself into. 

I have a niggling moment of guilt, thinking about my upcoming scheme with Jazmin, but I push it away. It would be one of the defining moments for Mike and me, an opportunity for him to see how serious all of this was to me. It really was a lifestyle, and I’m not willing to compromise.  

I turn my mind to more acceptable thoughts, like how here, in just a moment, Isabella was coming over. Mike has no idea, but it will be the bookend for this session. Isabella had called this morning, lamenting how she had frozen trying to top her boyfriend, and when he had expressed hesitation she had been too rough with him, not respecting his boundaries in appropriate ways. The two of them had fought about it, and now Isabella was coming to me to get some pointers. 

I realized my mistake when I hung up with her. I had taught her the basics of being a mistress, but I hadn’t taught her at all how to treat a sub right. So, in order for her to be a successful dom, she was going to have to get a good lesson in subbing.  

I am almost reluctant to wake Mike up. He looks so peaceful. I purse my mouth, considering my options. I was pretty exhausted, too. Maybe Isabella could carry most of the sub burden tonight, and Mike could have a relatively peaceful night with me. 

“Baby,” I murmur, stroking his face. “We’re about to have company. Can you get up for me?” 

He groans in his sleep, burying his face further into my thighs. I sigh, giving him a little shake, and he looks up at me with bleary eyes. “Wha–?” 

I lean down and kiss his forehead. “One last performance, my love. Isabella is on her way over.” 

A flicker of interest passes through his gaze, and I smile. He had liked Isabella, I was sure. A lot of my friends are huge personalities with even larger appetites in the bedroom, but Isabella had a gentle hand even when dishing out a spanking. It probably didn’t hurt that brunettes were Mike’s thing, too.  

He yawns and sits up, rubbing his face with his hands in an effort to wake up. “What’s on the menu tonight, then?” he asks casually, knowing that rules are a little laxer when we’re alone. 

“Isabella had a bit of a freak-out moment with her first sub. It probably didn’t help that it was her boyfriend, but oh well. So she’s coming over for a refresher course.”  

Mike chuckled. “Poor guy was probably shocked.” 

I shrug. “He’ll have to get used to it if they’re going to stay together. This is something she really wants, and she’s finally at a place in her life where she can pursue it. If he makes her stop, the animosity will never go away.” 

“I’m sure he’ll figure it out. After all, it’s not so bad once you accept that you’re just going to be humiliated in front of your whole social circle, again and again, leading to the slow, agonizing breakdown of everything you found masculine about yourself.” Mike pauses, looking at me with a stupid grin while I stare daggers. “Kidding, obviously!” he says, holding his hands up in surrender.  

“You’re going to pay for that insolence, I hope you know,” I quip, reaching out to pinch one of his nipples while he flinches away from me, leading to me crawling on top of him to tickle him while he cackles. I finally pin his hands over his head and kiss him soundly on the mouth. Mike could shake me off without even thought if he wanted to, but even now, when we weren’t firmly dom and sub, he relents to me, letting me pin him as if I was actually strong enough to hold him down. He’s turning out to be the perfect sub.  

Our playtime is interrupted by a knock on the door. I kiss Mike one more time, before climbing off of him. “On your knees,” I tell him as I stretch my arms over my head, shifting my mindset from girlfriend to mistress.  

Mike complies, and he’s kneeling obediently when I let Isabella in. She’s listened to my instructions, and when she slides her peacoat down her shoulders, she’s wearing only a bra and panties beneath, both a lovely champagne color that glows on her tan skin. 

I shut the door behind her and step back, considering my two playthings for the night. “Kneel next to Mike, Isabella,” I command, and she does so, matching his position perfectly. 

I head to my bedroom and rifle through the drawers, finding the exact toys I would need tonight. I choose a few lengths of soft velvet cord and my strap-on harness, switching out the dildo I use for Mike to the one I use on myself. Then I step out of my pajama pants and panties, and into the harness, fastening it tight. I take a second to appreciate how nice my ass looks in the mirror, bare and framed in the harness, before taking the cord out to the living room. 

I toss it on the ground next to Isabella, who can’t seem to look away from my strap-on. Her ample areolas are peeking above the cups of her bra, her nipples pebbled with anticipation.  

“Alright, my dear. Tonight I am your Mistress, and you are my sub, just like Mike here. Do you understand?” 

“Yes, Mistress,” Isabella breathes. 

“Good. Now, take that rope and tie Mike up for me. Don’t worry about his legs, just secure his arms behind his back.”  

Isabella nervously follows instructions, and Mike holds statue still as she works. I can see the ever-present rosiness of his cheeks that always shows up when we include anyone else in our bed play. He’s almost too easy to embarrass. Once she has him tied securely, I have her stand in the middle of the floor where Mike can see us easily. I circle her, tapping my mouth with my finger while I consider the little beauty.  

I pick up the remainder of the velvet cord leftover since Mike’s ankles weren’t tied, and return to circling her. Except, this time I whip her with the cord, little snaps and her gasps echoing in the room. It’s too soft to make any mark, but I know it stings her when I snap it against the sensitive skin of her ass and thighs. Once she’s adequately warmed up, a flush on her face, I circle to her back. 

“Give me your hands,” I tell her, and she reaches her wrists behind her, letting me tie them together. 

“On your back, pretty girl,” I instruct. “Knees lifted.”  

While she sinks into position, I saunter over to Mike, pulling my tank top over my head and throwing it aside. He’s been patient so far, so I’d give him a little reward, kneeling and guiding his head to my chest. Mike doesn’t need any instruction, burying his face into my cleavage and worshipping my tits with his tongue, biting and sucking at my nipples with a happy groan. I tilt my head back and close my eyes, his mouth making pleasure pool low in my stomach. I could stay here all night, but I eventually pull away. 

“Can you make this cock nice and wet for Isabella?” I ask him, gripping the base of my strap on. Mike nods quickly, and I stand again, holding onto his hair and cramming the rubber cock deep into his mouth in one slow thrust. 

“You look so good with my cock in your mouth, baby,” I tell him, and he rewards me with another groan. 

I slide the dildo in and out, in and out, until it’s nice and wet. I pull it out of his mouth with a ‘pop!’, leaving him kneeling there while I make my way back to the bound Isabella. She’s been watching us, and she’s quivering with anticipation. 

I roughly pull her panties off, and without giving her a second to realize what’s happening, I settle myself between her legs and thrust the strap on deep between her swollen pussy lips. She cries out in surprise, trying to pull her body away from me, but I pull her forward with my hands on her thick thighs. She can’t move her hands, and I’ve got her completely impaled.  

For a moment she looks fearful, but it eases almost immediately. “Can you take this cock like a good girl, Isabella? If you fight me, then I can’t let you come.” 

She rolls her eyes to the ceiling before nodding, and I grin wickedly, sinking the tips of my fingers deeper into her thighs as I begin to fuck her. I only pause once to remove her bra so I can see her perky tits bouncing with each thrust. My hair falls around me in a curtain as I work; it’s hard, but Isabella comes alive as she’s being fucked. At first her moans are quiet and reserved, but when I cant my hips so I hit her inner walls with each push, she comes apart, tossing her head side to side as she pants and moans. She’s so tight that I can feel the suck of her pussy each time I pull out.  

I’m breathing hard and Isabella has come completely undone, begging me for release. 

“Please Mistress, can I come?” she pleads. 

I consider making her wait, but I’m so fucking turned on that I want to come, too. Watching the cock slide in and out of her has me craving a good, hard fuck, and as soon as Isabella comes, I’m going to get one. 

“Do you promise to be gentler to your sub, Isabella? Or do I need to punish you some more? I can fuck you all night, stopping right when you’re about to come, and starting again. Are you going to be good next time?” 

“Yes!” she sobs. “Yes, I’ll be better. I promise. Please, just let me come.” 

“Then come for me,” I tell her, my own words thick with need. 

I slide my hands into her slick folds, finding her clit and rubbing quick circles around it while I continue fucking her. Her cries turn shrill, and she works her hips against me, chasing her climax right to the edge, bowing off the ground as it rocks her hard enough to make her scream. 

My smile must look predatory and triumphant as I fuck her through the orgasm, but as soon as she starts to come back to her senses, I unbuckle the strap on, stepping out of it faster than I ever have before. 

I hurry to Mike and untie his hands, grabbing him roughly by the hair and shoving my tongue in his mouth, kissing him furiously before pulling back and saying,  

“You’re going to fuck me, right now.” 

He nods deliriously and I shuffle over to lie next to Isabella, this time grabbing her hair and pulling her mouth to mine. She tastes sweet and heady, and I nip at her bottom lip while Mike moves into position, throwing one of my shaking legs over his shoulder before he slides into me. 

It’s like heaven. Isabella is clearly exhausted, but when I scoot up just a bit and guide her face to my nipples, she sucks and licks with gusto, only able to use her mouth since her hands are still tied. Mike fills me up so perfectly it’s almost sinful, and he sets a strong, steady pace as he fucks me, his eyes locked on Isabella licking my tits.  

“Ma’am, can I come?” he asks me through a clenched jaw. I nod, at a loss for words. 

Mike moves my other leg over his other shoulder and the position is perfect, his cock slamming into my g spot with each movement, and my eyes flutter closed with the intensity of it. I felt like a supernova, ready to explode.  

“Close,” I pant. “So close.”  

Mike grunts, his hips stuttering, and suddenly I feel him coming inside of me, bathing my inner walls in his seed. It’s exactly what I need, and I fall apart with him, the orgasm rolling over me in enormous waves. It seems to last forever, my abs hurting with the strength of the contractions, but eventually, it lulls, and Mike pulls out of me. I whimper, rolling away from Isabella to collect myself.  

 “Untie her,” I murmur, and Mike does as he’s told, untying Isabella and helping her sit up.  

He goes to the kitchen and comes back with two glasses of cold water, handing them to Isabella and me. It soothes my parched throat, and I see Isabella hold the sweating glass to her forehead for a moment before taking a long drink. 

“You ladies okay?” Mike asks tentatively, afraid that he’s breaking session.  

I nod, turning to the exhausted Isabella. “Now, for your second lesson as a sub. Receiving aftercare. Mike?” I swallow and take another drink. Holy hell, am I worn out. “Why don’t you order a pizza and we’ll all just chill now?” 

His shoulders sag in relief, and I see Isabella relax too. 

“Oh, and I guess you two can clean up and put your clothes back on.” I tell them with a wink. 

“I didn’t bring anything…” Isabella remarks.  

“That’s right. Come on, let’s get you something to wear. Mike? The pizza?” I pull Isabella to her feet and link my arm with hers, leading her back to the bedroom. 

“On it,” he says, not even bothering to put his pants on as he picks up the phone. I smile to myself. It almost feels… domestic.