Note: This is a continuation of “An Introduction.” Each story stands alone but see that one for the previous fun.

“What do you think baby? Should we let her get to work or would you like to go first?” We were standing in the entry to my 4th floor apartment. The girls had just come in and I was starting to test them a bit. My regular playmate had brought a friend with her this time and she was learning that a proper greeting was done on her knees.

“I’ll go first, Daddy. I don’t want seconds…” she wrinkled her nose.

“Ok sweetie.” As she dropped to her knees and began to wrestle with my belt, I turned my attention to her friend. They had played together before but it hadn’t gone well and they were both hoping for a better night from someone with more authority and more trust. We had both in our relationship and had been dating for a few months now. I was happy to introduce her friend to some new experiences. “Looks like you get to be the lowest on the totem pole tonight, hon.” I smiled. “Ready to follow orders?”

“Yes, sir.” the friend said. I never used names in my play dates. I didn’t know either of their names and they didn’t know mine. It made for a less threatening experience all around. I met my current playmate at a community event where we were both trying electrical play for the first time, taking turns stretching out on the table of the mad scientist who’d brought the equipment and gasping and giggling at each shock. She called me Daddy (and was the only one allowed to do so) and I called her a number of pet names. We didn’t need more than that.

“Ok sweetie, time to explain how the greeting works.”

My baby had unzipped me and pulled my cock and balls over my underwear. Couldn’t be self conscious about our bodies on a playdate. At half mast, it pointed directly into her face as she grasped me under the scrotum and held everything at the base. She looked up at her friend (who was taking the sudden appearance of my genitalia with silent aplomb) and explained, using a variation of my words previously spoken to her, “So it’s all about the energy and the connection.” I motioned her friend closer with my fingers and put my arm around her waist, pressing her breasts into my side. This made her twist a bit to watch my girl below us which just accentuated her ample chest. It was quite fun to have one girl around my cock and another in my arms. I could begin to like this.

“When you first get here, you have to feel the mood to see if Daddy wants to talk or has something else for you. Most days we’ll say ‘Hi’ real quick and then I get on my knees. Clothes stay on for this unless he tells you otherwise.” Memories of slobbery blow jobs making a mess of a pretty girl’s top came to mind, stiffening me further as she absently stroked and talked. It was good to hear her reiterate the lessons I’d taught her.

“This greeting isn’t about finishing him off or anything – we’re just getting started. He takes a while to finish so unless you’re REALLY good, it’s not going to happen immediately.” She smiled and pulled on me firmly, causing the veins in my cock to stand out, the balls extend out along the shaft. She knew I loved that and I groaned slightly in response.

“That’s what it’s about. That sound right there!” she smiled. “We’re making a connection. But I’m also assuming my role, like putting on a costume. Moving from small talk and ‘Hey how’s it going?’ to submission to my Dom. I look in his eyes like this, let my tongue explore him and give him a nice hard squeeze. He likes that!” she said as she did it again. Her friend watched her and her eyes moved to me too. “I stay close to him, feel his legs so I can tell when he tenses up and reacts to what I’m doing. I’m trying different things, pulling, licking, squeezing… Paying attention to his reactions.” She pinched the skin of my now erect penis on the bottom side and pulled it tight, the head tapping her on the lips, before wrapping her hand around the shaft and twisting. “It’s almost like taking control and getting a little feeling of what he must enjoy about this. Makes me feel… connected.”

Taking a break from explaining, my girl put her mouth to good use, sucking in the head of my cock until her cheeks hollowed and she looked me in the eye, pulling off with a loud, wet smack of suction.

“That’s what it’s about – the interaction, the energy, you know?” I asked her friend while she worked. “Not some silly hippy energy thing but the way your actions cause a reaction in your partner – physical and emotional. The give and take. That’s the fun part.” I reached out to squeeze her nipple through her tight shirt and she instinctively pulled back slightly. I stopped, fingers perched to grab in midair. “You see? You have to fight that instinct baby. You have to show enthusiasm, eagerness. When I reach for you, you offer yourself.” I looked down at her breast and opened and closed my fingers a few times, waiting for her. She turned her body back toward me, her nipple touching my fingertips.

“Good girl.” I praised her as she received a firm but not painful pinch. She was focused on my hand and I lifted her chin, met her eyes. “When you’re bound and chained to that ring in my ceiling and I’m swatting you with a crop, don’t think I’m just liking the sound of your screams through the ball gag. I’m watching, gauging, carefully controlling the energy. That’s the most important thing.” I looked down at my baby, watching us while she pressed my cock firmly into the back of her throat and shook her head a bit. She coughed and withdrew, leaving me slick and dripping. She stroked it a few times vigorously, shaking off the liquid.

“Your turn!” she said, looking to her friend. They both looked at me and I nodded and motioned my girl to stand. She reached for a box of tissues kept on a pedestal at the door and dabbed her chin and breasts. The friend went to her knees and shuffled over in front of me. She leveled her face with my cock and squeezed the base, taking me in her mouth and sucking her cheeks in, rhythmically pumping her head back and forth on the tip. I looked my girl in the eyes and feigned exaggerated disappointment with a frown.

“Hey! Wait – what?” my baby asked, touching the top of her friend’s head to pull her away. “Wait.” The girl looked up, mouth still open, eyebrows raised. “We just said – it’s about connection, right? You weren’t even looking at him! Look, closer – move up right against his leg.” She tapped her foot on her friend’s bottom, encouraging her to move forward. The girl did as she was told. She had potential. “You’re not just giving a blow job to some horny teenage boy. You’re taking a part of this man’s body into your body. You’re giving him pleasure, understand? Look at him.” Her eyes went to mine and back and forth a few times. “This is a grown man, with experience, with expectations. Treat him like a human being, not a popsicle.”

I was very proud of my baby – she’d be rewarded later. I could see her having some fun giving orders for a change. We’d talked about her fantasy of being a “service top” (a phrase I wasn’t even familiar with before she said it) and saw that she was clearly taking the chance to try something new. I’d need to keep a close eye on her, be sure she didn’t ruin the mood. I withheld opinion for now though, letting them work it out.

“Sorry sir.” her friend said. She looked at me with a little apprehension, not certain how to proceed. I touched her head, tilting it back and pushing my hips toward her. She put out her tongue and gently stroked the tip of my cock with it, back and forth, smiling a little, eyes on me. I took a deep breath to reset the tension in the room and nodded. Reaching up, she squeezed my balls and gave them a gentle pull. “Do you like that, sir?’

“That’s nice, yeah. You can be rough with them too, you know. Test them out.” She smiled bigger and slid my cock up to rest fully on her tongue, moving it slowly around the bottom side, the sensitive bundle of nerves there. I stiffened my leg to let her feel it.

“Harder baby, give them a good firm pull.” She squeezed one testicle and tried to pull it and my girl, watching closely, stopped her.

“Careful! You can not do it like that! Don’t squeeze the testicle itself. Wrap your hand around the base of them, like this,” she said, reaching down and grasping my scrotum, extending the balls outward. She gave me a shake to show that it wasn’t painful, then released them. Her friend imitated her but more gently.

“Like this, sir?”

“Not bad, hon.” She kept me pulled tight and slowly slid her tongue forward under my cock, eyes locked on mine the whole time. She pushed it into her mouth and slowly slid me back over the length of her tongue, nice firm pressure, until I felt her throat. Then she kept pushing. I could feel myself enter the tight constriction of her throat, past her tonsils. Eyes wide, on me and with tears starting to form, she kept going until she was all the way down on my cock. Not a sound. She held me there, unmoving, but transfixed for a few seconds. Then slowly pulled back, releasing my scrotum, backing away and smiling up at me.

“Not bad at all.” All three of us were smiling. “I think she may get the hang of this, baby.”

“Thank you for teaching me, sir.”

I nodded to my girl “You can call her ‘miss’, ok?”

“Thank you for correcting me, miss. I’m sorry to embarrass you – I’ll do better. I promise.”

I took our guest by the hands and raised her up to her feet and buttoned my pants. I gave my playmate a little kiss and she looked over and gave her friend a little kiss as well. She’d certainly learned the lesson about enthusiasm. I’d teach her some new things as the night wore on.