And she was made to watch, suffer and be used – [MFF] – BDSM – Female Cuckolding – Humiliation

It was the week of my birthday and Leslie called to invite me over for a birthday dinner.

Now, Leslie and I have a complex history. We started off dating with a bit of BDSM with her as the sub, involved other women, experimentation and eventually, she discovered that she was a power-dominant and a lesbian. Fortunately, our relationship had always been more of a FWB thing and as she drifted from me as a dating partner, we stayed great friends and occasional lovers. We shared women on occasion when we were both single and Leslie had a real fetish for humiliating her submissives by bringing me into the bedroom. A lesbian cuckoldress.

Why me? Am I an incredible lover or some god of sex? (Well I like to think so) but no, its really just came down to three things. The first was that Leslie trusted me deep as I did her. The second was that she knew my tastes and that I could be a lot of fun in the bedroom. Finally, as a lesbian, she didn’t want to have to say that the number of men she had fucked was rising. She said I didn’t count, which I chose to take as a compliment.

Leslie was seeing Diane at this point, but as of yet, I had not been invited to participate in a directly sexual way. It was pretty early in their relationship and the most I had been involved with was a few scenes at a bdsm club where I had beat her and assisted Leslie with some play. Leslie usually didn’t invite me into the bedroom until a very large punishment was due.

So when she called, I asked, “Will Diane be joining us?”

Leslie paused and when she spoke she did so in the voice that she used when she was being mischievous. She would lengthen certain words and roll them a bit, it was weird but cute. “Wellllll,” she said, rolling the l, “let’sss just say that she will be there, but I want you to pretend for the night, that I’m just your date.”

“My date huh,” I asked, “do I bring flowers?”

She laughed. “No, but if you tell me I’m pretty and that I cook well, you just might get a present.”

*

I arrived without flowers, but a bottle of a Rum I knew Leslie was partial too. Leslie was in a very cute, and fairly short, dress. It was semi-formal, the sort of thing a woman might wear to a cocktail party.

She looked damn hot and I told her so. Leslie was thin and had recently begun wearing her brown hair curly. She tended to dress in what you stereo typically might think of as “business dyke” fashion. So seeing her out of pants and a jacket and in a dress was quite pleasant.

I looked around and didn’t see Diane, when I asked, Leslie just laughed and told me not to worry about her, that tonight was my birthday dinner and about me. She said, quite loudly, that we were on a date tonight and she wanted me to treat her like I had when we had started dating.

We sat on the couch and had drinks and necked for a bit. It’s amusing how, after a certain point in a relationship, those long make out sessions stop happening.

I kissed her, she kissed me, our tongues touched and when I kissed her neck, she moaned loudly. She straddled me and ground into my crotch a bit while we kissed and when I lifted her skirt and went to the hem of her panties, she stopped me.

“Not yet birthday boy,” she said, “you will get that after dinner.”

Dinner itself was good. To be frank, Leslie was not a great cook and I was able to tell that Diane must made it. I teased her about it and she said that having a slave who could cook was the equivalent of her cooking the meal, after all she did a lot of hard work with the flogger to make sure the girl did it all right.

We had a lot of fun. We talked and flirted. We discussed work, dating, our sexual history and at her urging, I recounted some of our crazier sexual experiences. We discussed Diane, in great detail. What she and Leslie were doing sexually, what submissive skills Diane was working on, a few punishments and other very intimate sexual items.

“You know,” Leslie said, “At some point, not tonight, your going to get to fuck Diane.” She reached under the table and put her hand on my thigh.

“Has she agreed?” I asked and she pinched my leg hard.

“Did you think I invited you here to rape my slave,” she said and laughed.

“No no no,” I said, “and ow, I mean, has she already agreed or do you just expect her too.”

She smiled at me and started rubbing my leg again, “I gave her a few rules that if she broke meant I’d let a man use her and even told her I might save up some small punishments to combine into a bigger one,” she said, “and she agreed, though she pretended to be really bothered and only doing it because she’s my slave, she was soaking wet though and her nipples got very hard.” She said that last bit extra loud and looked towards the bedroom. I had started to guess something was up.

We finished dinner and I helped her clean up, largely as an excuse to rub against her a few times and sneak a few kisses. We mostly just cleared the table, she said Diane would do the dishes later.

We began to make out in earnest and she started to push me towards the bedroom. Before we had even reached it, she had my shirt off and I was lifting her dress over her head to exposed her matching panties and bra. As we stepped through the door, I picked her up, kissing her, and carefully tossed her onto the bed.

The lights were dim and I looked at her, sprawled, sexy nearly see through bra and panties, smiling at me and then I saw Diane.

Diane was in a chair near the bed, wearing nothing but her glasses and a gag. She was tied in a somewhat intricate way, light shibari pulling her breasts up and wrapping around her waist. While I couldn’t see everything, she was tied with her arms onto the arm rests and secured to the chair by ropes attaching to the shibari behind her. I could see something under her, I would later learn it was a sex toy a large wall plug in vibrator with a small dildo sticking up. It was plugged into the wall and running at a low speed. It had been the whole time.

“Don’t pay attention to her birthday boy,” Leslie said, “I want your eyes on me, I’m your date tonight.”

I looked for a moment longer. Diane had heard our conversation all night and, still unknown to me, been sitting with a vibrator on her clit and inside her the entire time as she listened to her mistress flirt with a man, make out with a man, and openly discuss their sex life with a man.

I turned my attention back to Leslie, climbed onto the bed, straddling her and we went back to making out like teenagers. Kissing, necking, grinding. I moved so that my knee was holding me up and pressed right against the crotch of her panties and as we made out she ground against my pant leg, breaking our kissing to moan and look over at Diane, silent, gagged in the corner.

Finally she rolled and when on top of me, took off her bra so that I could feel her small but very perky breasts before she leaned down to let me taste them. She moaned and I moved one of my hands across her stomach and against her pussy, I could feel how wet she was through her panties and pushed against her clit which made her gasp. She moved off of me, undid my belt, unbuttoned and zipped the fly and then pulled my pants and boxers and even my socks off at the same time.

I didn’t know what she had planned next, but I moved and spun her onto the bed, with her head hanging off just slightly, facing Diane and began to kiss and lick my way down her body knowing that Diane could see all of it. Each flick of my tongue across her lover, her mistress. The way I took each nipple into my mouth and as I got to her crotch and she lifted her hips so I could get the panties off, I looked Diane right in the eye as I brought my mouth onto Leslie’s pussy and began to lick.

I took her clit into my mouth and let my tongue move across it, I heard her moaning, but as I was fully involving myself, couldn’t see Diane well any more. I slid my long fingers into Leslie’s very wet opening and sought for that special spot that I had shown her for the first time when she was still a virgin. I had eaten pussy before I dated Leslie all those years ago. But Leslie really upped my game when she switched teams. Between her own eagerness for pleasure and, as she learned as a lesbian, her knowledge grew and she shared it with me.

Faster and faster I slid my fingers inside her, rubbing into her G-spot as my tongue swirled and rubbed in exactly the way I knew she liked it and soon she was moaning and crying out, “oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck don’t stop” and then I felt her body gyrating and shaking as she came.

(A small note. This makes me look like some sort of oral sex machine. The only times I was ever able to get Leslie off easily was when she was making a slave suffer. My sweet Sadist.)

I looked up at Diane and wondered if the light was bright enough for her to see her Mistress’s juices all over my face. Either way, with her mouth gagged, I could sense an anger coming off her. I almost felt like if she could speak, she would have said that how dare I make her mistress cum. Disgusting man.

Leslie recovered after a few moments and took her panties in hand. She gave me a very evil look and then wiped my face with them before wiping her crotch with them and I mean really pushing them into herself. She got off the bed, walked over to Diane and first held the panties to the tied girls nose. Even from a distance I could clearly hear her taking a deep breath of the scent.

“Pathetic,” Leslie said, “She just watched a man get her mistress off as well as she can and now she’s probably half-way to an orgasm just getting to smell the result.”

I snorted, not feeling comfortable at this point jumping into the d/s dynamic between them. Diane was Leslie’s sub and hadn’t given be leave to treat her poorly. It wasn’t exactly a rule of hers, but a sign of respect. Leslie took the panties and slid a piece into the gag-strap on each side of her mouth so that the panties ended up hanging over the gag and only a bit below her nose.

“You know,” Leslie said, “the other night you told me how disgusting it would be to have to watch your beloved mistress lower herself and take a man’s penis in his mouth.” She picked up something that was just behind Diane on the chair, a small wired remote. “What did you call it exactly?” she asked as if Diane could answer. “Oh yes, a disgusting piece of meat that men use to mark their territory and something about how they smelled of urine and semen and the idea of watching it just completely turned you off.”

Leslie paused and I saw her fiddle with the control, suddenly I heard a muted buzzing. “Well,” Leslie said, “then it shouldn’t be hard for you not to have orgasms while watching me suck his cock.”

As Leslie turned away from Diane I thought I heard a moan through the gag, but Leslie didn’t notice and to be frank, I was more interested in the beautiful woman coming to suck on my dick.

But she didn’t, not at first. She pushed me back on the bed and started to make out again. I still tasted of her and she commented on it, looking to Diane, “God I taste good, no wonder you love it so much.”

As we kissed she slid her slit onto my cock and began to slide it up and down, spreading around my shaft like a bun on a hot dog. She was quite wet and her pussy lips seemed to hug my cock as she moved up and down my length and I could feel her clit, hard, pushing up and down me as she did.

We kissed like this for some time until I wondered if she had decided to skip the promised BJ. Leslie was, after all, a lesbian, and while she enjoyed occasionally messing around with me, her bjs were never very enthusiastic.

Soon she moved though, sliding her warm wetness off of my and kiss down until her mouth was over my cock. She sniffed it loudly and looked over at Diane, “it doesn’t smell bad at all,” she said, “and if your good, I will give it the exact same treatment before I make you suck his dick.”

I heard a noticeable moan from the chair this time and Leslie laughed. “Don’t get too excited,” she said, “he’s all mine tonight. I promised you that you would remain unmolested this evening.”

Then her mouth was on my cock and it was wonderful. She was only able to take me about half way, but her tongue was strong and she used it as she slid her mouth up and down. She wasn’t trying to get me off, her mouth was teasing and slow, she just wanted to give me pleasure. And, she made sure to do it where Diane could see her every motion.

It went on like this for a few minutes, just her mouth slowly working up and down and was only really punctuated by my moans of pleasure and the occasional muffled moans from the chair.

Leslie stopped sucking me and slid back up to kiss me once then moved around until she positioned herself above me, took my cock in her hand and slowly slid down onto me.

“Oh fuck,” she said and finished, sliding all the way down until her pussy was against my skin. She looked at Diane, right in the eye and said “you can never pleasure me like this, only a man can pleasure me like this, of all the things you can do and do do better than him, this is a pleasure you will never give me.”

I heard Diane moan again and Leslie began to fuck me, slowly, building up speed and moaning. “Oh fuck, Oh fuck” she said.

I’m not sure what I said, something idiotic, her name, moans of pleasure, I don’t know, my hands were on her breasts and she bounced herself up and down. I was brought back to myself when I noticed that Diane’s moans began to sound panicked. Leslie noticed too and stopped fucking me entirely.

“You know what your punishment is if you cum treat,” she said and then bent down and whispered in my ear “Take charge, fuck me hard, use me and let her see you doing it.”

“You don’t have to tell me twice,” I said and spun her over into missionary and she wrapped her legs around my lower back. I began to fuck her hard and fast and with the hand that was on the side of the bed facing Diane, began to grab and massage Leslie’s ass before sliding a finger against her asshole and pressing my finger tip in deep. “You like that don’t you slut,” I said.

“Oh fuck,” she said, “His fingers in my ass and it feels so good treat. He’s using me like some little slut he picked up on the street.”

I kept fucking her like that for a bit and then moved us into a doggy style position, fucking her hard, grabbing her ass and sliding my thumb into her ass.

“Masturbate for me cunt, I want to feel your pussy twinge on my cock,” I said to her and slapper her ass hard with my free hand. She had been slamming back into me until then, but gave me a look back as if to say, ‘watch it.’ So I didn’t hit her again.

But she kept at it, fucking back as I thrust into her, moaning and talking.

“He’s fucking me like I’m a whore, the way I fuck you treat,” she said, “his dick feels so good inside me, if you could do this you’d be the perfect slave.”

“I’m getting close,” I said and she started moaning louder. I don’t know if it was theatrics or true, but she came with me, yelling.

“I’m cumming, oh fuck, oh fuck, he’s filling me with his cum, oh fuck oh fuck,” she said. Something like that at least. She was being ridiculously vocal, not like she normally was, trying to get a rise out of Diane.

We collapsed onto the bed, her face down and me half draped over her. Both of us panting and chuckling. Finally she said, loudly, “this man just filled my sweet pussy with his disgusting sperm my treat.”

Diane just moaned, event through the gag we could hear what sounded like a mix of longing, disgust and dejection.

Slowly, languidly, Leslie got off the bed and walked to Diane. She removed the gag and the first thing Diane said was “Mistress, please, I’m sorry, don’t.”

Leslie ignored her. “How many,” she asked.

Diane moaned and I realized I could still hear the vibrator going. “Two,” she said.

Leslie nodded, “so pathetic little treat, cumming while watching a man defile your goddess. Twice even. I expected you to lose your resolve once, but twice.”

Before I could even move, Leslie flipped Diane and her chair over. It was something well practiced and she easily controlled the decent, I let out a gasp of fear though as she started it. Diane was lieing now, still tied to the chair, with her knees in the air, her legs tied to the chair legs and her head on the ground.

“Well,” Leslie said, “you know what I said the punishment was for one, I’ll have to think of the punishment for two while you work.” With that she straddled Diane head and lowered her pussy onto the slaves face. I could still hear the vibe going.

I heard a sound of revulsion, a moan of protest and the light sound of licking and sucking. Leslie looked at me and gave me the biggest shit eating grin ever and I just rolled my eyes at her.

“The punishment for an orgasm,” I asked.

She shrugged. “Have to get her started somehow, the deal was that if she was so turned on watching that she couldn’t help but have an orgasm, that she had to take the next step and clean me. She has to get used to it, the next time you come over most likely she’s going to be doing a lot more than just watching and cleaning.”

Suddenly a noise from below Leslie, “Mistress, please, please let your treat cum, please.”

“Holy damn,” Leslie said, “are you telling me that you are going to cum again. You greedy little slut.”

“Yes mistress,” Diane said from below, sounding honestly pathetic, “Please mistress.”

Leslie thought for a moment, “I promised he wouldn’t touch you tonight. You can come now, but he’s staying over and you are going to service him in the morning or you can refuse and be punished later by me alone. Do you still want permission.”

It took her awhile. Still moaning under Leslie, I started to think she just wouldn’t say anything and orgasm or be able to fight it. Then I heard an incredible quiet, dejected, “Yes Mistress, thank you mistress.”

“Good little treat,” Leslie said, “Go ahead.”

Moments later, still under Leslie, my semen dripping from her pussy into Diane’s mouth, I heard Diane start to orgasm.

Leslie left Diane on the chair and she and I showered and cleaned up. We didn’t fuck again, she told me she’d had her fill of dick for awhile, but we cuddled a bit that night.

Diane was untied and made to sleep on the floor with only one blanket and a pillow as her punishment for the second orgasm.

We slept that night, Leslie and I in bed, snuggling and Diane on the floor. I am a late riser and they both got up before me.

I woke to the smell of breakfast, dressed and went out of the bedroom. Leslie was at the table, in panties and a pajama top, Diane was cooking in pajamas, and took a seat at the table.

Really, with the exception of how Diane addressed Leslie as Mistress, you would have thought that we were just three friends having breakfast. We discussed work, my dating life, upcoming movies and even made plans to see a movie that was coming out later in the month. It was a pleasant talk. We ignored the elephant in the room.

As we finished breakfast and without any real transition, Leslie looked at me and said, “You need a shower before I let you play with Diane. You smell like sweaty man and I’m not that mean. But, she can help you if you want.”

I wanted.

“Not to much hanky panky,” Leslie said, “hands only and no cock penetrating my little soon-to-be-cocksucker without me watching.”

I agreed and Diane and I headed for the shower. We both fit barely in the shower and to be frank it was somewhat awkward. She was attractive and having a nude woman submissively bathe you is a pleasant experience.

She scrubbed my body and at my order, and to her discomfort, she spent extra attention on my cock. Getting it extra clean and quite hard. I didn’t push things too far, Leslie was offering me quite the gift.

The strangest part was her washing my asshole, scrubbing it for a moment with soap and even sliding the tip of her finger in. I went to stop her and she said, “(me) . . . sir, please, she may want me to . . . . lick it and . . .” I let her finish cleaning. I took the time to clean her as well, an excuse to wrap my hands on her breasts for the first time and slid my fingers into her pussy and ass a bit. I managed to get a gasp and moan of pleasure out of her was I played with her pussy a bit, running my fingers over her clit.

We finished the shower, she dried me before drying herself, and left the bathroom to find Leslie in the bedroom. She was naked and laying on the bed holding a vibrator against her clit and as we walked in she gave us a grin before stretching lazily.

“Your turn,” I asked.

“Nope,” she said before taking a big deep breath. “I want to still taste like your cock for when we play later. Let her eat a woman’s pussy that smells like stale jizz.”

Diane noticeably winced at that and Leslie just grinned. “That’s sort of gross,” I said and Leslie laughed. Over the next year or so, I would see and participate in Diane doing much more disgusting things than that.

“I just want to watch,” Leslie said, “I think, she’s your play thing for the next thirty minutes or so and you can have her any way you want.” Leslie motioned for Diane to come near, took her by the neck and passionately kissed her. Then she pulled her close and whispered in her ear, “tell him how long you’ve known that you were going to have his cock in you.’

Diane turned to me, her face bright red, but strong, fierce even. Maybe challenging me in some way. She looked at me and said, “Sir, I’ve been on the pill for two months . . . Mistress calls them the (my name) pills.”

I laughed at that and then said, “Any requests for your whore?”

Leslie just leaned back and pushed the vibrator back against her clit.

“Have you sucked a cock before?” I asked her and she nodded, her face still red.

“In high school,” she said, “I didn’t like it.”

“He came in her mouth in just a few moments,” Leslie said, “He had some issues with being excitable.”

I motioned to the ground in front of me and Diane, eyeing my cock, moved away from Leslie who swatted her ass and Diane dropped to her knees before me. I looked around and saw one of the hand cuffs from the night before still on the table and taking it, stepping behind her, locked her wrists behind her back.

“I don’t expect you to get me off,” I said, “Just get me hard enough to fuck you.”

Leslie moved a bit to better watch and I turned us so that she’d have a direct line of sight. She moaned happily as she teased herself with the vibe. “You are in for a treat,” she said, “you don’t think I only use the strap on in her sweet little pussy do you?”

Diane was just staring at my cock and I gave Leslie a last “are you sure?” look. She nodded.

“Diane,” I said, deepening my voice, “stop pretending you don’t want this, we all know if I reached down I’d find you soaking wet. Start sucking my cock now or I’ll be making you suck it after I fuck you in the ass.”

With that she went to it, opening her mouth and sliding it over my cock. Leslie wasn’t lieing, she immediately deep throated me all the way to the hilt, stopped there, looked up at me and then I felt her tongue tickling my balls before she pulled off and coughed a bit.

After showing off with that, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath before running her tongue up and down my cock like it was a lollipop and then took me deep again. It was very good. She performed a lot of little tricks like swirling her tongue around my cock or running her mouth up and down my cock like it was a harmonica.

It was all very pleasurable, but I started to notice that it was almost like a show. I realized that Leslie had been teaching her to things to a cock, tricks, not actual technique to get a guy off. She probably didn’t know better.

“Stop,” I said and grabbed her head. “You know a lot of cute tricks, but your not going to even get me close. Here’s how you suck cock.” I took a good hold of her hair and began quickly sliding her mouth up and down my shaft. “Close your lips more, a bit of suction, you want a seal with your lips, no air in or out,” I said.

After a bit I let go of her head and she kept up on her own, pretty well. I wasn’t going to cum but it was a big improvement. I stopped her and spun her around so that she was facing Leslie on the bed who was still lazily masturbating.

“I’m going to cum in your mouth Diane,” I said, “you seemed to love the taste of it so much last night from your mistresses cunt. I’m going to fuck you and when I’m about to cum I am going to finish by fucking your face like it was a sex toy.”

Diane made a small cry of fear and was looking at Leslie who just shook her head in a sadistic way.

“Your choice for the morning,” I said, “is where I am going to fuck you. Either your ass or your pussy and before you answer, if you take the easy road and choose your pussy, I’m going to hurt your first.”

She lay on her stomach looking at Leslie before she finally said, “pussy, sir.”

I went to Leslie’s toy closet and pulled out a nice heavy flogger. Diane, was chest down on the bed, ass up. It was one of those very low to the floor set beds so that her back was almost flat horizontal. A furniture piece chosen by Leslie specifically to make sex play more interesting.

I brought the flogger across Diane’s ass and Leslie laughed. I had beaten her a few times at the club and had a good idea of how hard to swing to make her yelp. Her ass began to turn red, but I wasn’t trying to swing hard enough to bruise.

I knew that Leslie had her own plans for the day so I wanted to keep it short. I dropped to my knees behind Diane, grabbed her red ass hard and used it for leverage, putting the head of my cock into her pussy and pausing.

“Diane,” I asked, gripping her ass cheeks hard. Leslie had turned a bit so Diane could see her masturbating better. “Your not a virgin are you, I mean with men?”

“No,” Diane said, “I did a guy once just . . . to see.”

“Too bad,” I said, “I’d love to think a little lesbian whore like you was about to be devirginized by me. Beg me to fuck you the way she’d make you beg.”

“No orgasm for her,” Leslie said. “I want the first time she cums with a cock inside her to be a very special occasion.”

“Sir,” Diane said and stopped.

I brought my hand down on her red ass very hard and Leslie audibly moaned in pleasure, staring Diane right int he face. I heard a small cry and a deep breath, despite her reluctance, her pussy was nearly dripping and I could feel her vagina constricting slightly on my cock.

“Sir,” she said again, “please fuck this dirty cunts pussy, fill it with your hard cock, use me the way my body was meant to be used.”

I gave a snort of amusement at that, Leslie was one for theatrics and rammed myself home. Diane called out in pleasure and I began to fuck her. Knowing that Leslie didn’t want Diane to cum I focused solely on my pleasure, jack hammering her pussy like there was no tomorrow. And again, despite all of her acting like she didn’t want it, Diane was openly moaning and crying out in pleasure. I know it was largely the erotic nature of being used in such a humiliating way, but still it made me feel damn good.

I started to get close after a bit, it was hard not too at that pace, the hole time hearing Diane moaning and crying out, watching her and Leslie making direct eye contact as Leslie slid the vibe against her clit. I pulled out and Diane actually made a sad noise. I lifted her and pushed her onto her back on the bed, her arms painfully caught under her which also lifted her ass up nicely. I knelt between her legs and slid myself into her again, fucking her while reaching out and grabbing her breasts and nipples.

I pinched and twisted them cruelly and watched as her face mixed with pleasure and pain. I was close, so close. I pulled out, climbed on top of Diane, sat on her chest and forced my cock into her mouth, it was slick with her pussy. I pinned her head down with my body weight so that she couldn’t move and began to fuck her face. She was helpless as I slid my cock in and out until finally I popped. I slid myself in deep and held it there, gasping as I felt my balls empty into her mouth.

I could hear her gasping and gagging, but felt her swallowing too.

I pulled off of her and sat back on the bed. I hadn’t noticed but Leslie was clearly in the final throes of her own orgasm. Diane lay dazed, a line of my cum running down her cheek from her mouth.

Leslie looked over, crawled to her sub and gave her a deep kiss before licking the line of semen off of Diane’s face and then spitting it back onto her forehead cruelly. “Next time,” she said, “if you let a drop of his semen go to waste there will be hell to pay. Don’t move.”

Diane lay there, not moving as I dressed. Leslie resumed friendly chatter about our plans for the movies. I used the bathroom before I left and Leslie commented that by the next time I visited she might let me use Diane as a toilet slave.

Leslie walked me to her door nude and opened it, not caring that if someone walked past in the hall they would have seen her. She gave me a big hug and a kiss and wished me well.

One of my better birthdays.

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