[FFM] I’m sleeping with a married man…and his wife.

Where I Belong.

 

My music plays in the background as I prepare myself for the evening. I’ve mentally picked out the pieces of my outfit days ago. I’m nervous and incredibly excited.

It has been a long time since I’ve been theirs.
My eyes travel back to my reflection and I smile.
I am ready to be put in my place again.

—

I arrive and take a few minutes to calm myself in the car before I enter their house. My heartbeat has begun to quicken and my hands are trembling. I cannot escape the shyness soaking through my emotions. The unease. I often feel this way before we play because it takes me time to slide into my role, to feel comfortable again. It takes his guidance, his soft whispers and stern hands to get me there. It takes her eyes, full of longing, to get there.

And oh, how I desire to be there.

I swallow my inhibitions and enter.

 

He watches me from behind the table as I step through the threshold.

She’s getting ready for our tonight. I can hear the shower, I imagine her warm and naked inside for a moment…

My eyes flick back to his and I am brought back to the now.

I cast my eyes downward and drop my things but before I can say much he’s in front of me. His hand wraps around my waist, he brings me in close to his chest. He pulls my chin up so that my eyes are forced to meet his. I nibble at my lower lip. I feel like this is the first time, but it’s not, which is strange. He knows how I feel. He always does.

>He stares at me, tilts his head slightly, a small smile playing on his lips.

> “Are you okay?”

>I look back into his eyes.

>“Yes.”

>“Are you ready to be our Kara again?”

>“Oh course.”

His smile widens and he draws my lips to his.

I exhale and moan into him.

I can already feel my arousal tingle between my legs.

He breaks the kiss and pulls away, still intently staring into my eyes.

>“Good, because tonight, I am going to take you.”

I shudder. *Oh god…*

—

She’s ready to be trussed up for us.

He is her Master and her Husband. They love each other so beautifully and entirely.

She also loves to see him fuck me…

Loves to submit to him so completely.

Loves to become his Little Bitch.

 

She comes to where we are in the living room.

Without a stitch on her. Her arms held behind her back. Her breasts pushed outward.

Her makeup is done up, a coy grin on her gorgeous face.

She really is one of the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.

>“Come here”, I motion for her to sit on the floor in front of me.
She pads over obediently and positions herself at my feet. I reach for her mane and begin to braid it into a fishtail sending it cascading down her back.

Once finished he calls me to him.

I come, he commands me to strip, I don’t hesitate to oblige.

His eyes are locked on mine as I remove each article, slowly.

She’s kneeling, watching me and him behind a curtain of bangs.

I present myself unguarded before him. Handing him over the control to do with me as he sees fit.

>“Good Girl”, he whispers as his gaze travels over my body.

>“Allie, go and get the rope”, he commands his wife.

 

He has me kneel as he weaves the rope around me. Securely binding me in a rope harness. I’ve worn it before, it feels familiar, it feels right.

He pulls it taut against my skin. Digging in just enough for the perfect amount of pressure to stimulate my need to be tied. Leaving me with a pattern dancing along my torso and diving in between my legs.

I rise.

Every movement I make pulls at me in a delicious way. And if I bend over….it sends waves of pleasure soaring out from within me. I close my eyes for a moment and enjoy the feeling.

Then I leave them to slide into my dress and cover the rope around my neck with a precariously placed scarf.

To have their private moment so he can bind her as well.

—

Once we are clothed, with our hidden ropes, we head out on our adventure.

We go to a small, intimate lounge for some drinks.

His fingers secretly tease me the whole time, setting my skin on fire, the chair beneath me will surely have a damp spot before we leave…

I try to remain calm and appear normal. I try not to give away the fact that I only have bits of rope on under this thin dress. I try not to seem as sexually frustrated as I am. But I’m not sure how long I can endure this.

>“Sir, can we please leave soon?”, I plead.

>He bends towards me and whispers in my ear. “You wanted this you Little Slut. You wanted to be on display in that tight harness. And now you’re begging me to take you back? Tell me exactly why you want to go home.”

>My face turns red and my legs shake a little.

>“Because I want you to fuck me Sir…because I want to play with her…”

>“Fine. But this means you will be punished when we return.”

*Yesss.*

I try not to smile too strongly.

—

We are back at the house in the living room. He is seated on the couch. His girls at his feet.

>“Do you know why I have to punish you?”

>I nod my head slowly and bite my lower lip.

>“And why is that?”

>I swallow hard, “Because I couldn’t handle it any more?”

>“Correct. And I know you can handle much more. I am going to prove that by spanking you. Hard. If you make it through without squirming I will reward you. If not…then we will have to start all over. Understand?”

>“…Yes.”

>His hand comes up quickly and smacks my face. He grips my chin and holds it steady so that I look at him.

>“Yes **what**?”, he asks.

>“Yes, Sir”, I breath.

>He smiles and kisses my lips. “That’s my Good Girl.”

He bends me over across his knees. The rope bites into my pussy. My wetness is running down my legs. His Bitch pulls my dress up over my ass. Exposing me to him. Leaving me at his mercy. His fingers run down along my spine to touch my sex, to see how excited I am. He smiles.

>“Oh Kara, you’ve made such a mess. We shall go to ten. I want you to count them out loud. Understand?”

>“Yes, Sir.”

>“You know she’s watching us.” We both look over at Allie. She’s chewing on her lip, kneeling, her hand under her dress. “She’s envious of you”, he says.

He readies me for his assault.

>*SMACK.* His hand comes down hard across my ass as I breath, “One.”

He caresses my reddening cheeks between each blow.

I am getting more aroused by the second.

My breathing is coming out fast and short.

I feel as if I might pass out. Like I’m high on the pain.

The last one is much harder than the rest, it makes me jump and yelp.

>“Awe, and you were so close. What am I going to do with you?”

>“I don’t know Sir…”, I cry.

>“Tell you what. You have the choice. You can either take on five more or you can make Allie take your place to endure all ten.”

I smile wickedly and look over at the frazzled little thing watching us.

>“Take her for a spin”, I tell him. “Don’t be too kind.”

I move to her. Brush back her hair. I take her face into my hands and kiss her hard.

>“Do you want to take my place Bitch?” I ask her.

>“Yes please.” She replies.

>“Are you a little Pain Slut?” I ask.

>“Yes…”

I smile and relieve her of her clothing.

>“She’s all yours.” I tell him.

>“I know”, he whispers.

 

He reams into her with his open palm. Again and again.

She makes it through all ten. Her breathing is ragged and her face is flushed. Her pussy dripping for us.

—

I collar and leash her, then walk her into the bedroom. She crawls on her hands and knees.

The lighting is muted with candles lit. Music plays softly in background. A large bed takes over most of the room. In the corner stands a large, wire dog kennel. A kennel perfect for little bitches.

>“What do you want us to do with her?” He asks me.

>“I want her hands tied in front of her so she can still play with herself. I want her crated and forced to watch while you take me…”

She obediently brings her wrists up to her chest so she can be tied. She’s such a Good Little Girl.

>“I want my kiss”, I tell her. “You know which one I mean…”

She smiles, looks me in the eyes, and brings her lips to mine. Telling me it’s okay.

Then she crawls into her crate. Watching us. Untouched. Frustrated.

 

We stand before her. Looking into each other’s eyes. He pulls my dress up over my head slowly.

>“Undress me.” He demands.

I unbutton his shirt. My fingers trailing along his skin. Rip off his belt. He steps out of his pants. His cock springs free. He is hard as stone.

>“On your knees.”

I drop to the floor. My hands come up to his cock automatically and I begin to stroke him. I lick the length of him all the way to the tip before I take him into my mouth completely. I suck him softly. I worship his cock. Like my only purpose in this world is to please him. He moans and leans his head back.

>“That’s enough”, he says sternly. “I need to be inside you, **now**.”

He pushes me down on the bed roughly. He unbinds me from the rope. Setting me free. Then he grabs my legs and pulls them to him. Spreading me open wide. I am glistening from my arousal.

>“*Mmm* that cunt is so wet for me. Are you ready for this?”

I look over at Allie in her crate. Searching her face for permission.

>“Don’t look at her. She wants this. It’s just you and me right now.”

>“I want this”, I beg.

>“Fast or slow?” He whispers in my ear.

>“…slow”, I whimper.

He smiles and begins to ease into me, tortuously slow, staring down at me.

This is where I belong.

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