Lessons for a Bisexual Sub Pt. 01 – BDSM – Free Sex Story

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Part 1 – Goodmorning

Lucas wakes slowly and opens his eyes, the room still dark. A hint of light peeked through the tightly drawn curtains. He turns his head, neck still sore and bruised, he’s alone. She must’ve left early.

He goes to stretch and stand, but a pinching sensation holds him back. Line after line of intricately woven rope crosses over his body. The dark ropes stand in stark contrast to his own paleness. Bound and tied, the ropes digging into his soft, smooth skin. He relaxes and the rope shifts, showing a series of red marks along his legs and chest that matched beautifully with the harsher, deeper red strikes that covered him from his shoulder blades down to the tops of his thighs. As he wakes up he starts to feel it, the familiar, reassuring and sweet sensation of pain mixed with pleasure. He smiles through a wince as he moves the little amount he can. Trying to regain circulation, it slowly comes back to him. It takes a while, but he feels it, the familiar tightness and weight from between his legs, it’s hers now, the cage reminds him of what he signed away to her.

He must’ve slept again, though he didn’t remember dozing off as he heard her come home.

“Morning Love, you up?” She says softly, he cannot see her, she’s across the room.

She walks over, slowly coming into view, he stares in stunned silence, with beauty, grace and a harsh but addicting sweetness.

She’s dressed in a pale pink hoodie and black skirt. She must’ve been out, the shoulders of her hoodie looked damp.

She sits on the edge of the bed and reaches over. Her skin was soft on his as she gently caresses the bruises and strikes she had so lovingly inflicted. She kisses his neck sending scores of pleasure through his body and soreness to where it can never reach.

“I just got back babe, and I brought over a friend, you might remember him, we all met at dinner a few weeks ago.” A shiver runs over his body, nervous excitement or excited fear, he never knows which. “Oh, and he’s still very interested.” she whispers softly, her teeth lightly pinching his ear, it takes all his effort but a soft moan escapes his lips nonetheless.

“I wanna watch,” She whispers to him, he cannot see her lips, but can hear the smirk in her voice. “But not him, not his body, and not even yours.” She moves lower and bites at his neck softly “I wanna watch your eyes, I want to see into you the moment it happens and to see you give over to him.” She turns fast till she’s facing him, her eyes looking deep into his. “And I’m going to Love it!”. She bites hard at his neck, sucking as she presses her teeth firmly into his soft tender neck. He lays in the bed writhing and biting his lip to stop the sound from escaping, with a sudden movement she lets go and pulls her head up.

“But not as much as you will” She mutters, just loud enough to be heard.

She stands from the bed and walks around the edge, admiring her work. A grin of pure joy on her lips as she reaches the other side of the bed.

“I Love how these look on you, I think rope might be my favourite outfit of yours, I think I Love it even more than that lacy number you had on under your suit when we had dinner at my parents.” she laughs as he blushes red, a sweet laugh full of happiness. It at all times amazed him, how someone so sweet and soft, could at an instant bring him to his knees with a look and a harsh command.

She leaned over him, he could smell her perfume, sweet vanilla.

Her fingers delicately traced the rope, she followed the line with her finger, tracing her nail along his skin as she moved gently down to the first knot. With a simple flick, she pulled it Free and the rope strand fell loose.

Amazed, at how something that had held him tight all of the night could be undone with such a simple movement.

He let out a deep sigh, the rope hadn’t been painful, but the pressure had been constant. She giggles and keeps moving down his body, untying knots.

“I can’t wait to see if you can even stand after this, it’s been your longest session tied up.”

“I hope so too, I can just feel my toes, but I think I’ll need a hand.” Lucas replied, his voice soft-spoken and gentle.

“Oh, don’t worry, I doubt your gonna spend too long off of your knees anyway.” she replies back quicking, giggling again, her eyes lit up with a deviant look of Love.

She reaches his feet and undoes the final knots. She steps back and he knows his cue, he stands slowly, his legs unsteady under him, despite at all times he’s done this he reaches out and covers himself, placing his hands over the cage and blushing.

“No no, we aren’t doing that.” she speaks in a soft voice, pulling his hand away and softly kissing his fingers, she holds his hands gently and drops them to his side.

“You have nothing to hide from me, nothing to fear.” She meets his eyes and smiles.

“Now, let’s find you something that’ll cheer up our guest, make up for making him wait so long.” she winks and walks to the closet.

She pulls open the door of the closet and starts throwing items onto the bed, he watches as frills, lace and silk are tossed in his direction, in all shades from Hot pink and deep purples to pure white and the darkest black. The clothes pile up in a mess of lingerie, he knows it’ll be him folding and putting it all away once today is over.

Once the bed was full she started going through, holding up lacy outfits and revealing underwear out in front of him to see how they looked.

“Hmm, too long – too short – hmm not quite – a little tight- too loose- ah perfect, aw no this one is still torn from last time, I guess I was a little over-excited.” She pouts at the torn babydoll and tosses it to the ground, “Ah, now this.” she smiles and holds it up as he blushes a deep crimson and gulps.

She works fast, throwing him clothes and ordering him to dress, her body blocking the mirror from his view.

She stands back to admire her handy work.

“Well?” she asks with a smirk fixed on her face.

He blushes and manages to softly stutter out, “I..i. Th..t.thankyou.”

He’s left dressed in long white and pink socks, a pale pink and white mini skirt, white and pink panties and a baggy hoodie. A black O-Ring chocker finishes the outfit.

He looks at himself in the mirror, absentmindedly chewing on the sleeve of his hoodie as she admires her handy work. She mostly dresses him in blacks and whites, the dark clothes matching the deep red marks he at all times left with. The pink and white must be new.

“Now my turn,” she says with a wink as she strips down and starts going through the clothes, picking her angles perfectly to best tease him, just out of reach but never out of sight, she bends over the bed and digs through the pile muttering to herself.

He stares, rendered speechless by every curve of her. He feels himself straining against his cage and she bends to dig deeper into the pile.

She turns to him with a bundle of clothes in her arms, strategically placed to tease him, blocking his view.

“You wait here, don’t move.” Giddy with excitement she leaves to the bathroom to dress.

She comes out a while later, wearing a revealing and tight black corset, flora pattern decorating it in cut-out patterns and netting. Matching black stockings and lacy panties. To finish the outfit, a pair of 6-inch high heels, putting her now well above his head. She’d done her makeup, dark eyeshadow to make her emerald eyes pop, dark red lips to match with her hair, long red braids and shaved close on the side.

She walked over to him and firmly but tenderly grabbed his neck, lifting his head up she kissed him long and deep. He felt his legs go weak as she reached between his legs to tease what little was left to touch, her fingers finding soft flesh and cold steel.

She grabs the cage and gently tugs it, she leans in and whispers into his ear, “If your good for us, maybe I can let you out sooner hmm, you wanna be a good boy for us don’t you?”

He nobs fast and mumbles out. “Y-yes M….m. Ma’am.”

She smiles and gentle hold up the key around her neck, “I want you to know, I wore this all morning, out in public, openly. Always-on display.” she laughs, a happy joyous sound, a slight hint of cruelty peaking though, “I wonder how many caught on, or got close enough to read the names on the side.”

She kisses his cheek and takes his hand, “come on, let’s not keep him waiting much longer my sweetling.”

She leads him to the door and out into the hall, his heart racing, he once again feels himself straining, his eyes locked on the key hanging on a thin silver chain just above her breasts, engraved on the side of the key is his name.

The sitting room is a large well-lit room, a black sofa sits in the centre on a soft white rug, and an armchair off to the left and right face inwards creating three sides to a square, the fourth filled by a TV on a large stand. A coffee table in the centre of the rug.

Simon was sitting on the sofa, to the left side lounging comfortably, looking perfectly at home.

Messy dark blonde hair and clean shaved, he looked up and smiled, green eyes meeting blue.

He smiled showing white teeth locked in a slight smirk, “Good morning sleepyhead, I hope you’re well-rested.” Simon winked.

“Oh he is, but I doubt it’ll last. The poor boy’s bound to be exhausted by the time we’re finished, but if he wants to be able to rest, then he’s gonna have to earn i.t” Alica said trying to hold back a laugh as she overtook him and took a seat next to Simon, giving him a light peck on the cheek.

“Well, come on pet, poor Si’s been sitting here for so long waiting, and I’m getting thirsty myself.” and gives a light clap and grins as he runs off to the kitchen.

He sets himself to work in the kitchen, pouring two large glasses of lemonade with ice, adding sliced fruit and preparing a tray. He carries it out and sets it on the coffee table, picking up the glasses and handing them over.

“Ma’am,” he says not meeting her eye as he hands Alicia her glass.

“Simon, I ugh mean s. Si.”

“Quite!, Now!” Alicia barks out, in an instant the sweet gentle teasing is gone from her voice, in that second it’s clear to all who are in charge. She meets his gaze, and wordless he drops down to his knees, just in front of her legs.

“Darling, what are you?, remind me please, for Simon’s sake.” A mocking tone in her voice, the harshness at bay for now, but the sweetness not yet returned.

“Your pet…. Ma’am.” He replies soft tone, eyes downcast.

“Yes my Love, you are,” She says, her voice still having that edge to it, he knew he’d be regretting his slip up soon. She ruffled his hair and then gripped it firmly, “But, first and foremost you are a submissive, a toy, and right now you are not just mine. You are ours. So, I think a little more respect for Simon is in order, wouldn’t you agree?”

He looks up, pleading eyes and nods his head, each nod a pull on his own hair. She smirks down and releases her grip, on nervous legs he stands back up and takes the glass from the table.

“For you, Sir.” He hands Simon the glass, their fingers touching and causing Lucas to blush.

As they sipped their drink Lucas knelt back down, closer to Alicia but his eyes rarely left Simon.

He was close enough to hear their conversation but knew his place wasn’t to speak. Unless spoken to of course.

“He’s a soft boy really, a real sweetheart, but that doesn’t mean you have to be gentle with him. Much as he loves cuddles and kisses, he won’t complain if you leave him unable to walk, red-faced and panting for hours on end” She burst into a laugh and places her hand on Simon’s leg lightly.

“Haha, well I’m glad to hear it, although I think ‘Hours on end’ might be a little ambitious, I think just learning more of the basics is in order.” He blushes ever so slightly

“Oh, I’m sure you’ll do fine, after all, I’ve seen some of your work in practice, but as this is your first session taking over and Lucas’s first with a male dom, so I guess we can go a little slower.”

“Thank you, I’ve been practising for today, and I have a few ideas, thanks to your help too. I’m sure he’ll appreciate it too.”

“Oh, he will. Speaking of which, I think it’s time we got ready.” She finished her drink and stood. “Right, come on sweetling, up you get. You know what to do, and be quick for me baby.” She winks and blows Lucas a kiss as she gives Simon her hand. “Simon’s gonna get changed into something a little more comfortable, and I have a few things to sort out. Boy, you better be first back here. I don’t wanna be waiting or hearing you made your Sir waiting too.”

Lucas stands and races off to their bedroom, as he leaves he sees Simon head into the guest bedroom and Alicia leave through into the kitchen.

Lucas grabbed the key from the bedside table and unlocked the top drawer, inside was a selection of the smaller toys they liked to keep private, bottles of lube, his old plastic cage and a small fabric bag. He grabbed the bag and as he did saw more under it. Polaroids of some of their early sessions and shoots, a black choker and a shot glass, the site making him lick his lips on instinct. He dug around and smiled, not realising she kept all this stuff from when they started dating.

He closed the drawer still grinning like an idiot and left the room, he headed back and… stood still… Jaw dropped.

Simon stood in the living room, barefooted in a pair of tight ripped dark blue jeans. His lean chest was shaved and bare aside from a black leather harness adorned with silver buckles and O-rings. He turned and grinned when he saw Lucas.

“Well, looks like someone left me waiting, I hope you don’t think that’s ok? huh sl… slut.” Lucas noticed a break there, a moment’s hesitation. He was tempted to bite his lip, to abide by the rules. But this was too much to withstand, it was rare that he got to be a brat for Alicia, but Simon was still new to domming, looks like some of Alicia’s lessons didn’t stick.

“I… I ugh. Yes. I mean no. not ok. d.. definitely not ok.” He replies back, putting too much emphasis on the breaks, a slightly mocking tone, not overdone, but enough to get under someone’s skin.

Without saying a word Simon was on him, stood right in front of Lucas looking down, their chests inches aside. Before he could utter a response he found Simon’s hand resting high on his chest, his finger through the O-ring of his choker. With a tug, Lucas was pulled into Simon. He looked up, seeing storms in Simon’s eyes.

“You think I’ll tolerate you being a brat, just because Alicia stepped out?, we both know she doesn’t stand for this behaviour and you’re gonna learn soon that I won’t either.”

He released his grip and Lucas found himself falling backwards, landing on his Ass, his skirt riding up flashing the pretty panties beneath, bulging from the weighty cage.

“Are We Clear Slut?”

Lucas took deep breaths, it was then he realised Simon had been holding him on his tiptoes with the collar. He rubbed his sore neck and looked up, remembering the question.

“Y.. yes. Yes, we’re. We’re clear.” he manages between breaths as he rubs the back of his neck.

Lucas looks up to see Simon knelt in front of him.

“I don’t think I believe you.” was all he said, standing he grabbed Luas’s much thinner arms and pulled him to his feet, half dragging him a few steps backwards to the sofa. As Simon sat he pulled Lucas down over his lap with him.

“So… we’re clear are we?” Simon asked teasingly as I lifted the skirt up over Lucas’s plump Ass, his hand gently caressing the frilly edge of the panties.

“Yes Sir, We’re clear. I’m sorry.”

SLAP

“For what slut? why are you sorry?”

“I. um… I am sorry, sorry I was a brat, sorry I was. Dis. disrespectful.”

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

“Agh, eh, oh!” Lucas whimpered and suppressed a moan, each slap got harder, pushing him forward and back over Simon’s knee, he felt his cage being pulled with each movement, felt the pressure create and the tugs amplify.

“One more time, my dear little slut, nice and clear and if you-.”

“Well, well, I hope I’m not missing much?” A voice rang out, Alicia was back a long black coat covering most of her outfit, leaving just the lacy legs on display, in her hand was a black duffle bag, she dumped it on the rug and walked over. She stood over them both and crouched down, now eye level with Lucas, their eyes met, Alicia looking deep into Lucas’s slightly teary blue eyes.

“Well…..” She says looking up at Simon, holding up a finger to Lucas’s lips.

Simon grins down and starts to softly carcass the edge of Luca’s panties, “He was late getting back, I got here first while he took his time. On top of that, he seems to be in a bratty mood today.”

She looked back down, meeting her toy’s eyes, “Well pet, is this true?”

Lucas looks down, “yes it-” The strike came fast, sudden and harsh. In an instant, he felt his cheek burning. He looked up and saw that she was holding her finger up still. Do. Not. Speak.

Lucas nodded his head.

Alicia giggles and stands up, “well, I gotta say I didn’t expect punishment this early on, and after you told me you’d be a good boy too. Don’t make me re-think unlocking you tonight, now did you get what I told you too.”

SImons lets Lucas stand, he goes over to where he fell and picks up the soft bag.

“Here it is Ma’am,” She takes it from him and opens it, the first thing out is a long silver chain with a key on the end, one of three keys he knows she has.

“Simon, come here,” she says, a slight commanding edge to her voice. No matter what happens here, it’s at all times clear who is really in charge.

She drapes the chain around his neck and gives him a light kiss. “Perfect, you can keep that one, I guess the only one left now is a spare, depending on how today goes, we may even be able to give that one away one day too.”

She drops the bag and faces Lucas, “now my sweetling, time to get you ready.”

She takes his hoodie off over his head and pulls his skirt off exposing his pale smooth chest and his panties. “Hmm, my gorgeous boy.” she leans in and kisses him, having to bend her head down as she strokes his chest tenderly. She pulls the bag over and unzipped it, taking out a harness, thinner and less masculine than what Simon had on, it was new as well the metal shiny, the leather a pale soft pink.

She slipped it on, making the outfit complete.

“Now, we all seem to be ready, I think we can make a start.” a gleam in her eye that makes both Lucas and Simon blush and gulp, something Alicia noticed and definitely loved.

The three of them moved into the master bedroom, a space big enough for their kingsized bed, a wardrobe full of everything from daily to nightly wear and a cupboard containing a large and organised collection of toys and equipment, a subtle ring was suspended from the ceiling, useful for a variety of uses from equipment or human suspension to a point to attach a pole. Alicia had no idea what exactly was gonna happen, but she wanted to be ready for it all. After all, she’d promised them both a good time.

Once inside Alicia dimmed the lights and stood off centre, Simon stood near her, despite the heels he was still a good inch at least taller, Lucas who’d be shorter went to his knees at her feet instantly and looked up, eyes wide, mouth shut.

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