Brought To Light [MMF] [Bi] [bdsm]

I spent that night in various states of rest. I remember dreaming about being back at university and how life might have been if Stephen and I had gotten married back in 1971. I would have been spared a lot of anguish but then, the anguish had been well worth it. After all, I had not one, but two companions.

I dreamed about a conversation I had witnessed between Stephen and Don back in the day. It was a debate over a particular band I remembered quite fondly from the late ‘60s. The Monkees were insanely popular. They were also manufactured. Don was sure something so manufactured would not be remembered in any great quality by the time we were 60. Stephen argued that point. He said despite the fact they had coalesced from auditions, each member had a valid talent in music and that the audition process had perhaps been no different from auditioning a single member. Hell, I remember auditioning for Stephen back in the day, even if it was just for kicks. Here we were, forty years later, the Monkees being lauded as rebels of the time and an exemplary example of how well manufactured music worked. Indeed, I believe it was a Monkees album that was being played backstage when I first laid eyes on Stephen. Headquarters! It was an advance copy. Shipped out from America, a full three weeks before public release. He had connections I tell you!

I was suddenly roused from my sleep by my door opening. It should have disturbed me more but it was not out of the ordinary for one of the boys to crawl into bed with me when it was not even their night. Well, they did knock first.

Knock, knock, knock

*“Who is it?”*

*“Quiet, Pet. It is only me.”*

*“Sorry Sir. I thought you were spending the night with Sissy.”*

*“I was but there is something I would like you to do for me.”*

From what I could work out, Stephen was in a bathrobe. Fuck me dead. I feel like I am twenty all over again.

*“I swear I could hear your voice in the other room.”*

*“Hold my hand.”*

I did that just that and under it slipped, under the bathrobe. He certainly didn’t have a problem getting an erection on this occasion.

*“Feels good.”*

*“Suck my cock, Pet.”*

*“Yes, Sir.”*

He felt so good in my mouth. There was the slightest hint of saltiness and I could feel the throbbing of veins. I kid you not. It made my spine shiver. I didn’t even have my hands on him. He had his hands on my head, fucking my mouth. I had to be careful. I mean – did he want to cum in my mouth – because it didn’t feel like one of those occasions. He insisted on speaking to me while I was sucking his dick.

*“Pet, I have some orders for you. We shall stop this shortly. You are warming me up. I want you to go into that wardrobe of yours. I know what lurks in there….you can take me out of your mouth so you may speak, Pet.”*

*“What is it you wish for me to retrieve? How do you know what lurks in there?”*

It was a genuine question. That particular piece of furniture was not intended for Stephen’s eyes at all. It housed all the costume trappings of a dominatrix. It is worth remembering how the household functioned – Stephen dominates Seth and I. I dominate Seth. Oh, poor Seth – not really. He liked it that way. What a bunch of sinners we are!

*“I know perhaps my influence as a Master runs dry at certain points. But I do admit to taking a peek at what lurks in there. I am very impressed, Pet. You must make a great dominatrix with that gear. I saw plenty of liquid black patent leather, rubber, chains, metal, and boots to die for.”*

*“I am glad you are satisfied there then, Sir.”*

*“Now I did see a pair of opera length black shiny gloves and a pair of skin-tight black shiny rubber boots with heels. Thigh high ones. Why is it I never see you in this gear?”*

*“Because you never asked, and it never felt appropriate to dress such a way in front of Sir.”*

*“Point taken. Don the gloves and boots. Meet me in the bathroom. Wear nothing else. Oh, and leave the collar on, Pet.”*

*“I am a little nervous, Sir. I am not sure what it is we will be doing.”*

*“Patience, Pet. Patience is surely rewarded.”*

My gosh, is Stephen really sixty years of age? By any qualification, an older man, with only the finest sprinkling of silver in his hair. We are not ageing badly at all. A diet of sex helps. I pulled out a mat from a drawer under the bed. The powdering mat. I didn’t like powdering myself in my bathroom. Flat across the floor and out comes a substance not unlike a mixture of cornflour and talcum powder. There was also a bottle of automotive interior protection spray. Why…because it is designed to keep rubber and leather clean and shiny! Once you do the powdering thing, you tend to get a bit on the outside. Spray the spray and wee, shiny as can be! Oh my, what a sight. There was Stephen standing in the bathroom.

*“Now I cannot let you go out looking like that.”*

*“How do you mean?”*

*“Your hair is a little wild and there is no makeup on your face. Let me do something for you. Sit down.”*

Now, I learnt something about Stephen I had never known before. He was able to style hair. In fact, I went from rather flaccid untamed bedroom hair to having a rather terrific mane with the slightest of waves and so much volume, I felt like I would have just floated away. Where did he learn to do this? I shall question him on it when we are not in the thick of whatever it was we were doing. He powdered my face. I felt the cold slick of black liquid eyeliner. The swish of a mascara brush. The dainty painting of a lip brush, blessing my lips in a vivid shade of red.

*“You are pitch perfect…I say pitch and not picture. I like to align my life with music, you know that well.”

*“Sir, the subcontrabass flute addict.”*

*“Fair call. I wish I could kiss you all over. But then I would smudge that delicious lipstick. You do have, dare I say it, a banging body. You should try wearing this get up when we are together. Maybe not even playing the roles…ooh, Kitty…I bite off more than I can chew sometimes.”*

*“Really, Stephen?”*

*“Yes, truly. I think we are ready for my plan. I am nervous too. But there is something I ought to show you. I have been hiding it from you for a while now.”*

At that moment, he attached a leash to my collar and led me out of the bedroom. I could hear the clip-clop of my heels across the “bridge”. Now in the original layout of the house, the landing – a glassed over area of quiet contemplation – was originally open to the floor before. Hence why this area was called the bridge. Stephen had built the landing because he did want a relatively serene space upstairs. Upstairs is crazy. Bedrooms and studio. Yeah. As I went through this maze of hallways, I found myself at a hallway point I recognised very well. The studio was straight ahead. But there had always been this spare room to the side that I never used, in fact, I believed it never saw the light of day. Stephen always described it as an unfinished project room. As I went through the door, I soon realised why he had kept it shut off. He had himself a BDSM dungeon.

Wow, all this in the room next door to his main music allotment? Red velvet, leather, gear from floor to floor and I saw the pole and sashes.

*“Why have you never brought me in here?”*

*“Because I never intended for it to be shown until I was ready and I am ready now.”*

*“I am all geared up like I am to be a dominatrix. You are still being a Master, therefore I am not your pet anymore.”*

*“How very true, Miss.”*

*“Is Miss appropriate given we are of equal pegging?”*

*“I guess so…Kitty…I am a little tired. Funny you mention pegging…”*

*“You would not let me do that to you…”*

*“Of course not. I have always been a top, and not a bottom.”*

*“Ever considered switching?”*

*“Miss, now that you mention it, in recent times, yes I have considered it. I am not getting soft in my old age, I just think I am far more open to experimentation. I was always a try-sexual but I am more likely to let go of the old rigid rules I always had for myself. You know I almost never let you on top. I could change that. It would be nice if you did all the work occasionally. I am not saying you are lazy. It is my fault I do all the work.”*

*“Would this apply to Sissy as well?”*

*“Of course. He should make me the sissy once in a while.”*

*“Sorry if this is a fairly open question but Sir…have you taken it up the backside?”*

*“No. I have played with the idea, I have flirted with it, I have put toys up there. In fact, every time I masturbated recently, I used the biggest butt plug in my collection. I do have my own collection of things not be used with anybody else. It is quite an intense sensation and it makes me wonder, I should go bigger.”*

*“My, I do like how open you are being with me at the moment.”*

*“Knowing I was turning sixty was the big push. I think we are going expand boundaries, even more, Miss. Tonight is a good start. Next year you are doing one hell of an epic show. Jamie was telling me about the storyboards for the interludes and those costumes.”*

*“I am fifty-seven. That is nothing special.”*

*“Trust me, it is. Do you like what I have done here?”*

*“Yes, is this all aimed at me?”*

*“Yes, but you won’t be the first to feel the brunt of it…”*

Stephen pulled out of the old BDSM tool belts. Loaded with a few things. He handed it to me.

*“Oh Sir…it has just dawned on me…are we going to have a threesome with Sissy?”*

*“If he co-operates, yes.”*

I swear I flooded the floor. It totally didn’t dawn on me. I didn’t question why Stephen and I were playing the same role. Fuck. Tonight is the night! Poor Seth…

*“Quietly does it. I am sure he is sound asleep…”*

Back through the cavern of hallways to the far-flung bedroom. I had to be careful not to wake Chris and Bruce. Opened the door – I had a mask on now too – there was a night light on. Seth was just lying there, oblivious to the world. Lips slightly ajar…he just looked so delicious but then he woke up…

*“Stephen, is that you?”*

*“Quiet now, Sissy, it is Sir who is addressing you.”*

*“Sorry, Sir. Should I be punished for such an infraction?”*

*“Maybe. I have company. Miss is with me.”*

*“Good evening, Miss. Am I to presume you two are up to no good with me?”*

*“If you comply.”*

*“I do obey both of you. Do what you need to do.”*

He didn’t flinch at all. I could barely contain my delight. I think I broke out of my role…for the tiniest moment. I squealed…

*“Oh my, Sir, we have him so well trained!”*

*“Indeed…I think we have both done a rather good job of this rather beautiful man. He makes me swoon. He has been making you swoon for much longer.”*

Seth was silent. As per orders. This was perfect. But I was scared. Suddenly I felt the leash be tugged and both Seth and I were being led back towards the dungeon. In my head, I was thinking…what on earth brought this on because it had only been two weeks beforehand I had spoken to him about the possibilities of threesomes. It was ruled out as “too hard”. Liar! The night before was proof of that! Once the door was shut, Stephen took the leashes off.

*“Both of you get on your knees please.”*

*“Yes, Sir.”*

His robe came off. He was completely naked. Stephen at age sixty was totally different from Stephen age twenty-two. Obviously older but he had a physique a man of his age should be jealous of. He turned around and I saw the trail of musical notes running up his spine. That alone sent shivers down my back. He turned back around and he was hard. Holy crap.

*“I think both of you are aware I am the Master, and that will not change. I also think both of you are aware I am not into denying orgasms. I don’t, in general, get any pleasure from that bar a period where Miss was about to get married. I thought it was appropriate then.”*

In my head, I was thinking, ah yes, but he didn’t quite deny himself. Naughty boy. We didn’t say anything.

*“I do give you permission to speak. I realise this is a daunting experience for us all. And Miss, I don’t think you are going to stay in that role and Sissy, I don’t expect you to stay in yours either. Just as long as you do not try and dominate me. It doesn’t work. Miss knows that.”*

Do I?

*“Well Sir, if I can be frank, I am scared. What if this screws things up for us?”*

*“I would like to think it wouldn’t…Sissy, come here a moment please.”*

Seth got up and faced him. Holy shit. The look they gave each other was intense. Damn, this is way better than masturbating.

*“You are shaking. Why?”*

*“I am a little afraid, Sir.”*

*“You shouldn’t be. You have just as much right to pleasures as I do but I must restrict one of your senses. I think your sight.”*

He blindfolded him. I heard the sound of lube. *“Miss…why don’t you go over there and spread your legs…I am getting him ready.”*

I did as I was told. The bed space had the perfect bit of firmness. I really had to resist every urge to touch myself. I hadn’t quite felt so turned on in all my life. I knew what I was about to see and feel. Seth was brought towards me and he was on his knees. We looked at each other with some sort of look of *“oh finally, thank fuck for that”*. He went down on me…and oh my…flooded his face. The next thing, Stephen went and sunk his cock deep into Seth’s ass. The coo of Seth was heard and I began to lose it quite quickly. This is where points should be given. Seth knew exactly how to play with my pussy. I imagined this was rather difficult whilst you were being pounded up the backside. I closed my eyes and it felt deliciously ticklish. I felt two fingers go me in stroking upwards. I gripped harder onto the surface…he found the spot…a little pressure and the next thing I knew, I was short of breath. I knew I was not going to last – I didn’t just have an orgasm – I squirted. At the age of fifty-seven. I got him right in the face and by that point, Stephen had just blown his load. We had been watching one another’s movements. I didn’t have my eyes closed the whole time. I would look downwards to see what he was doing.

*“So how was that?”*

*“Pretty lovely actually.”*

*“Come on Sissy. We need to tidy your face up. I would be careful, Miss. You are likely to have a messy face at some point too.”*

The next thing I knew, I was harnessed with a strap on and it was now my turn to give Seth the heave-ho. He was ordered to suck Stephen’s cock. Gosh…where the hell is the Wilcox stamina coming from? Again, it was not to last long…this time we had the Barker kid cum like he should. Next thing I see is Stephen ejaculate all over Seth. Fucking hell this was messy.

Again, it was a quick clean up before the next act. I had to sit on my Master’s cock while it was Seth’s turn to be in my mouth. I could see we were mixing it up a lot. I think the BDSM side of it flew out the window. We were enjoying this way too much. I felt particularly messed up after that episode. Whilst it went a little longer…I ended up swallowing Seth’s load whilst Stephen was well…touching my insides. He didn’t last long either. Another rubber got thrown into the bin.

*“Did I ever tell you Kitty…that you are pretty fucking filthy at times?”*

*“I knew that, tall drink of water. Are we back to our normal nicknames already?”*

*“Yes. I may even call you Kitty. That is your name after all. Filthy Kitty…I love you.”*

*“I love you too, Stephen. Kiss me.”*

He did…ha…he would have got a taste of Seth too!

*“Seth, where are you?”*

Seth was sitting on the floor looking a little shattered.

*“I am here, Stephen.”*

*“Are you okay?”*

*“Just a bit exhausted. But I feel wonderful.”*

*“Did I ever tell you how gorgeous you are?”*

*“Yes.”*

*“I really ought to say it more often. You are gorgeous, Seth. We shouldn’t be so ashamed of holding hands in public.”*

That was the painful truth. Even though everybody knew Seth and Stephen were in a relationship with one another, they never really showed that in public.

*“Sixtieth birthday resolution. Do it. Hold hands. Kiss. We have nothing to be embarrassed about.”*

*“Oh Kitty I love you and I love you too, Stephen. I didn’t realise our night of threesomes was going to turn soppy.”*

*“It was bound to go soppy…I like it that way. I cannot imagine spending my life with anybody else.”*

*“Aww. You are too kind.”*

*“Am I?”*

*“Why are you questioning me?”*

I was washing myself off in the bathroom part of the room. It was so well planned. Well, that was that.

*“Well done, comrades. We made it. Now by my watch, it is 2 a.m. so I suggest we kip. All three of us in Kitty’s bed. It is by far, the best room in the house.”*

*“I never did ask, Stephen. Why did you give me the master room…with the huge bathroom…when you are the master of the house?”*

*“Because I didn’t buy this property for me. I did it for you. Centre of my universe. You deserved the bathroom. And would I really need all that much wardrobe space?”*

*“Point taken but it was a very generous gesture on your behalf.”*

*“I was always into bold gestures of love, Kitty. I declared my love for you and Seth in the most profound way I could. Bulbs that would flower in the spring – jonquils and lilies. A beautiful baby grand and the matching heels. I read in your book about you and Seth making your prayers to me. I burst into tears when I read that. I didn’t realise that was how indebted you guys were to me. I didn’t realise you had such strong devotions towards me.”*

*“We both do. I mean it is pretty brave for a man who never showed any sign he was our way inclined to decide to come out and declare his love for not only a woman but a man too. The world works in mysterious ways. I go into Studio One and realise it is not even called that anymore. It is the Barker Studio. It is on the door. It is everywhere. You rebuilt your precious recording space and named it after me. I don’t think I am ever going to get sick of finishing work and finding some wee gift for me on the kitchen bench. I will go for a run and find you have added a song to my iPod…and also your spoken words. It is so soppy but it works for both of us. Do you get the feeling people look at us and just assume it is all wham bam thank you mam?”*

*“Oh…I do think people think that way. They don’t realise we are soppy romantics too. I found pretty quickly one of the ways you like to have love shown to you is by gifts. That and the physical touch. Kitty is more physical and affirmations. She likes presents too though. I saw you tinkering away on your baby grand the other day…is there something you want to tell me?”*

*“I saw Storm a week ago. We are talking about writing a couple of songs. I have written one – “The Wish”. It is more than appropriate given what we have done tonight and you want to know something, Stephen? Yes, you fit in the big picture. Far out. So many stars in my eyes. I am tired. Can we go to bed now please?”*

We dragged ourselves off to my room. As the two boys lay either side of me…I felt safe. I fell asleep listening to their hearts beat and watching the patterns on my wallpaper fade to black.
As I woke the next morning, I looked at the ceiling. The hearts imprinted in the plaster. I could feel my boots at the other end of the bed. There was Seth to the left, Stephen to the right. I didn’t know all three of us were awake. Everyone was too scared to make the first words.

*“It was my birthday yesterday, yeah?”*

*“It was mine too, and I swore both my Christmases came at once.”*

*“There is no turning back now, is there?”*

*“Do you regret it, Kitty?”*

I went silent. I was not sure how to answer.

*“Kitty…are you okay?”*

*“I do not regret it for a single moment. I just didn’t think I was ready for it. Well, it turns out I was. I was more than ready for it…and it was fanfuckingtastic. So thank you. It cannot be a once off can it?”*

*“No. I question why we didn’t do it sooner but I don’t think any of us were willing to admit how scared we were. What was there to be afraid of?”*

*“I may very well be the sissy in all of this, but I have not had that many orgasms in one night. Ever. Though that could be a bit of a problem now…”*

Low and behold, the cock cage. Fitted at the conclusion of last night to prevent a burn out of sexual sorts.

*“Seth, I am not that mean. I will let you free out of that thing often. I like keeping you under control but I also like letting you free too.”*

*“Can I ask for it to be off when I want?”*

*“Of course, Kitty.”*

*“And how does it feel?”*

*“Uncomfortable yet wonderful at the same time.”*

*“We have to be careful.”*

*“I know…because my dick is already trying to get hard and it is rather ouch.”*

*“I suggest we get up and go downstairs. Before it gets painful. Don’t worry, Seth. I will ask you to remove it tonight, I bet.”*

Would you believe the shower could fit the three of us is in it? As we then proceeded single file down the stairs to the kitchen. There was a crowd of curious voices.

*“Oh sis, I knew you were alive but none of us saw you yesterday. What a bad hangover then.”*

*“You olds, we are going back home tonight and you only emerge now?”*

Zinzan was entitled to throw a strop. He didn’t have much chance to come home and had been hoping to spend more time with his father.

*“Are you children wanting to be potentially grossed out about what this 60 year old has to say?”*

*“No…I think we will go outside. Dad, Kitty, Seth…you will go out there later right? I mean, we actually want to spend time with our parents.”*

The kitchen had Chris, Bruce, Juniper, Lachlan and Zinzan.

*“Oh of course. We will spend the rest of the day with you if you like.”*

That made all three children smile. Whilst Juniper was not from the loins of our trio, she was the youngest of my darling Minnie’s children. They pottered outside with their breakfasts and orange juices. It made me think I had gone back in time because Zinzan and Lachlan were the best-behaved children you could imagine. Respectful to their parents. I remember neither one was horribly embarrassed by us when they were teenagers.

*“Now…you have descended. Bruce and I heard a lot of noise last night. I heard heels. I heard muffled voices. And yes, we have soundproofed walls but how many coos of orgasms did we have to hear?”*

*“Chris, do you remember me telling you about a room that was a bit of a surprise?”*

*“Yes…and I dearly would love to take Bruce in there if he would let me.”*

*“We don’t have that kind of relationship.”*

*“Too right, doesn’t hurt to fantasise though. So you used it, Stephen. Good for you. Champagne?”*

*“Don’t mind if I do, then I am getting dressed and going to work.”*

*“Can I guess that a certain triad had a threesome last night? That has got to be the best birthday present ever.”*

*“Your guess would be correct. And then some.”*

*“I could just about go hard thinking about it.”*

*“Chris…yuk, I am your sister…I don’t need to hear that.”*

*“Well hey, you got fucked so many ways last night, you don’t remember. You are probably worn out downstairs. Drink for you?”*

*“Yes, please. And I have no work to attend to.”*

*“Oh Seth…that cookbook is okay. Just a little singed.”*

*“Glad to hear of it. Do you mind making some of those bacon muffins that are in that book?”*

*“I will do as you want, Mr Barker.”*

*“Thanks, Bruce…then I am going to work. Upstairs…”*

Just like that, life was as per normal. But I knew it wasn’t. That was a huge fundamental change for us.

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