Helping a friend go through a breakup [FFM] [BDSM] [Fdom] [Fsub] [oral]

Lydia and I have always had a pretty solid relationship. A pretty standard 6 Years of talking, texting, eating together, snuggling up while watching Netflix, hanging out with friends. You know, the usual couple’s stuff. We had sort-of terrible childhoods, so we both agreed from the get-go that marriage and kids were off the table. And like normal couples, we had our fights, but they never got too bad and we always made up afterwards. Overall, a near-perfectly average couple.

The one thing that kept nagging at us both, though, was the trouble we had in the bedroom. I say “trouble,” but I could really describe it as more of a “speedbump” than anything. See, we both have pretty dominant personalities behind closed doors, so when we tried… you know, “experimenting,” nothing seemed to work. There was just no passion, no real dynamic between the two of us, no matter which end of the whip we found ourselves on. So, as you can imagine, our sex life has been pretty vanilla for the past 6 years.

Every friday night, we’d host a Cheesy Horror Movie Night at our place as a little get-together for few of our friends. It almost always ended up with Sophie drinking too much and having to be driven home by her boyfriend, Travis, before she burst into tears about her ex for some ungodly reason, but we still had loads of fun and it always ended up with me and Lyds having sweet, drunk sex on the sofa before we passed out.

We, being the environmentally-conscious “hippies” that we are, try to carpool as often as we can. We work pretty close, so our weekday mornings usually consist of her dropping me off at the restaurant I manage, giving me a smooch, then her driving herself to the accounting firm she swears she’ll quit one day. “Everyone there drives me batshit,” she often complains to me. Come 5pm, I make her her favorite: a ham n’ cheddar melt with extra bacon that she eats on the way home.

Except tonight.

As I always do, I hopped in her little sedan, set the to-go bag in the cupholder and went in for a kiss, but was met with only her cheek and a, “Hey, hun.” Her gaze was focused entirely on her phone. We both sat in silence for a few minutes, only interrupted by the quiet tapping on her screen. She didn’t even take a bite of her sandwich.

“Everything okay?” I asked.

“Sophie and Travis broke up,” she said, solemnly.

“I’m not surprised. Does this mean horror night’s off?”

“No, she’ll still come. Not sure about Travis though, he hasn’t even answered either of our texts.”

“If Sophie has another ex to bitch about, I guess the others are out though?”

“You know our friends too well,” she chuckled. “Yep, just you, me, and Sophie.”

Just you, me, and Sophie. Lyds was a pretty upbeat person, even on a bad day, but something about the way she said that seemed almost … upsetting. I couldn’t get it out of my head the whole rest of the ride home. Just you, me, and Sophie.

We laid out the snacks and brewskis for that evening, then went to Netflix to find a really terrible-looking one. After all, what more can you do for a heartbroken friend than make her laugh, right? Lyds hid herself away to put on her face, as she did every Friday night.

“Even tonight? It’s only Soph,” I shouted through the bathroom door.

“Yes, might as well make it as normal as possible, right?”

But it wasn’t as normal as possible. Lyds never took this long just to put on makeup. I was dumping all the chips in their bowls when there was a knock at the door – and Lyds was still in the bathroom. A gust of warm wind blew across my face as I swung open the door. I guess winter is finally coming to an end.

“Hey, Soph!” I yelled with a bit too much enthusiasm.

“How’ve you been, zak?” She said, forcing a grin on her face. She usually dressed less-than-modestly for our movie nights, even when snow littered the ground outside. But tonight, she chose a trench coat as her newest fashion statement.

*BZZT BZZT* Her pocket buzzed before she even took two steps in the door. “Guess Lydia didn’t wanna wake the neighbors, huh? I’ll be right back.” She hurried to the bathroom and slammed the door behind her. A cacophony of mumbling, whispering, footsteps and opening and shutting doors gripped my attention harder than some stupid snacks, but I merely yelled down the hall, “You girls alright?”

“No, could you come here a sec, hun?” Lyds giggled. My brisk walk down the hall was interrupted by a hand yanking my collar into the bedroom, where Lydia, in a stunning crimson leather dominatrix outfit that fully outlined her beautiful breasts, stood before me, expectantly. I stood there, mouth agape, before she finally grinned and cut the silence.

“This isn’t for you.” She produced a leash from behind her back, tethered to which was none other than a fully-nude Sophie, who was knelt down like a dog told to sit. I’d never noticed before just how shapely our heartbroken friend was.

“Now then, shall we get started?” Lydia smirked as she grabbed Sophie by the chin and spat in her face. “What’s our safe word tonight, slut?”

“Pinprick,” she whimpered. She glared at me, then down at my pants, then back to Lydia.

“And what do you call us?” Lydia put one foot up on the bed as she bent down, hovering her face a mere inch from Sophie’s.

“Master and mistress,” she smiled. Her face turned beet red as her gaze fell to my jeans once more.

“Good,” Lydia said, handing me the leash with the widest grin on her face. “You heard her, master.”

“Uh-uuuh…” I stammered. Lydia usually made it very clear when we were going to get it on, so I was usually more prepared. But I don’t think even describing this sequence of events in the most excruciating detail would have prepared me for this. “G-get up on the bed,” I finally blurted out, and Sophie obeyed with more speed and enthusiasm than I’d ever seen before. “Now, pull down my pants.” She leaned in closely, mimicking the pose of a great sphinx and, with one fell swoop, yanked my jeans and underwear to the floor. I hadn’t even thought about how rock-hard I was, but I could see in Sophie’s eyes that she definitely had. Her mouth was mere inches from my cock, it honestly felt redundant to say,

“Suck it dry, whore.” Whore? I was getting way too into this.

Her hands still propping herself up, she kissed the tip ever-so-gently, before moving her tongue all the way up and down the shaft. Up and down, up and down, she went at it like it was the first cock she’d seen in ages. *SMACK!* A riding crop hit her ass so hard she shuddered.

Lydia pulled her face away and gave it a rounding slap. “That’s not a very nice way to treat your master, is it? Teasing him like that. Now, suck it properly, slut.” Before she could even get her hand around my dick, Lyds *SMACKED!* her even harder with the riding crop. But, she was an obedient slave for us. Taking my average-sized cock all the way down her throat, she only stopped to look Lyds in the face and utter a weak, “Thank you mistress,” before taking it all down again.

A gentle pair of hands grabbed my shirt from behind and slowly pulled it over my head. “You can call me the problem-solving queen,” Lydia whispered in my ear. Sophie looked up quizzingly at the two of us. “Keep going,” she demanded.

But Lydia soon got bored. She yanked the leash out of my hand and brought it over to the other side of the bed, where she laid down, spread eagle in our direction. With a swift tug, Sophie’s gaze was now turned to my girlfriend. “Now me,” demanded Lyds as she pulled the small leather strap between her legs to the side. Sophie complied, and went down with such enthusiasm, that it put me and my mouth on a good night to shame. I stepped out of my pants and grabbed the riding crop, but as I swung back in preparation, Lyds jabbed a pointed finger towards our closet with a gasp of pleasure. Within was an evenly laid out assortment of flogs, whips, ball gags, handcuffs, and ropes galore.

“Time to give our little slave a little test,” I said, grabbing Sophie’s wrists. She didn’t seem to even notice with her face so deep into Lydia. I cuffed her hands as tight as the cuffs would let me, then gave her a ringing slap on her ass. She let out a deep moan before taking another breath and dipping her face back in. “What do I do now?” I thought to myself. “What a stupid fucking question,” I immediately corrected, before glaring straight at Sophie’s own wet, dripping pussy.

I only just poked the tip in when Sophie let out a long, relentless moan that made me glad we weren’t living in an apartment. Lydia’s head jolted up when she realized what I’d done, her eyes wide and smile gone. It wasn’t gone for long though, and as I slid the rest into our friend, it turned into an evil grin. She stood up, pushed me on my back, and rode me like she hadn’t ever felt a dick inside her before and needed it – desperately. Sophie merely knelt on the other end of the bed and watched, unable to intervene, or even touch herself due to the cuffs. With each thrust, Lydia went harder and harder, until a small, weak voice interrupted the moans,

“Mistress, please!” She quickly turned her head away in shame.

Lydia got off me and grabbed our slave’s chin again. “Mistress please, what?” she hissed.

“Please, may I have some of my master’s cock, just a little?” She begged.

“No.” And before Lydia could bend over all the way, I was already deep inside her, fucking her as hard as I could. Sophie just stood there, silently whining and occasionally whimpering at the sight of her dominators having fun without her.

“Hun, do you think she deserves it?” Lydia asked, her voice quivering with every thrust.

“I know one thing she deserves,” I said, and I quickly got out of Lydia and grabbed her vibrator from the closet. Putting it in Sophie, I turned it to its lowest setting, but Lydia, wanting to show a little more compassion, turned it to max. I kept fucking my girlfriend until we were both about to come.

“Master, will you please cum on me?” asked Sophie, writhing and tensing on her vibrator.

“I don’t know, will your mistress allow that?” I asked.

“I will, this time,” Lyds said. I pulled out of her as she started to quiver and tense up so much she fell over. I turned towards our little slut and covered her chest with my warm, white cum. We all lied there, sweaty and dirty for the shortest five minutes I’ve ever lived through.

Finally, with a gentle kiss on her cheek, Lydia undid Sophie’s handcuffs while I got a shirt out of our hamper and wiped Sophie’s chest with it.

The next morning, I awoke to an empty bed and a few new texts from our movie night group chat. “What do you mean next week is cancelled too?” protested one of our friends.

“Yeah, does Sophie really need THAT much fucking time? Come on,” typed another. I wandered out into the living room, where sat Lydia and Sophie on the couch, watching that lame movie I’d picked out. Sophie paused it, and without missing a beat, asked:

“Same time next week?”

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