OF HUMAN BONDAGE

Rachel Kramer Bussel

When Maya settles herself over Dylan’s face, planting her pussy right on top of his waiting lips, she’s not just giving herself over to a glorious cunnilingus session, she’s also keeping him in place for me, making sure he doesn’t move—just as I’ve instructed her. The three of us live together and love each other—and make love to each other. Well, fuck each other would be more accurate, and, to be even more accurate—I fuck both of them. Oh, that doesn’t mean Dylan’s cock and Maya’s hands haven’t been inside me countless times, but I’m the mastermind, the girl in charge, giving them cues, watching them writhe, utterly in control even when my body is losing control.

We have an extremely well-stocked toy closet (yes, enough to fill an actual closet), but even though I have all manner of objects I could use to pin Dylan down, my favorite bondage equipment comes in the form of the six-foot frame of my favorite tall, busty redhead. It’s funny to me that Maya is pure sub through and through—I can see her shiver when I so much as look at her the right way—because she’s so statuesque, a beautiful quivering Amazon. Dylan’s no slouch, either, at two inches taller than her. I’m the short one, at only five six, but what I lack in height I make up for in other ways.

“Wrap your thighs more tightly around his face,” I instruct Maya, smiling as she does my bidding. It’s a win-win for me: she holds him in place, and I get to watch her pretend like she’s in control, until his powerful tongue works its magic and she comes all over him. When we first brought her into the fold, she had trouble believing he really liked to be smothered by her wetness. She did it when I told her to, but now she takes her own kind of delight in pleasing him and me at the same time, fully aware of the magic she holds between her legs.

Today I have a challenge for him. Dylan is going to hold himself in place, a fitting “punishment” for a man who tends to be impatient at all times, even in bed, which is precisely why he likes to have his face muffled by her muff—or at least, one of the reasons. “Get up for a second,” I tell her. Perfect sub that she is, she doesn’t hesitate. “Dylan, hold yourself by the ankles.” I know he’s flexible enough to do this with ease, and in moments, I’m staring at the pucker of his ass, spread open before me. He won’t be able to hold this for too long, but that’s okay; I can be quick when I want to. Besides, seeing him trembling right from the start, holding on for dear life, clinging to not just his own limbs but his servitude, is a wondrous gift.

“Go back to giving him a pussy bath, Maya.” Neither of them have to be silent—I’m not that kind of domme—but they are so focused on my words they don’t need to speak. The tremor that races through Dylan as he multitasks, keeping his grip on his ankles and making his tongue useful as she rides his face, is one I want to feel up close, skin on skin.

I quickly don the special panties I wear when I fuck him, the ones that have a hole just for the cock that only ever goes in his ass (I have others I use on all of Maya’s holes). When I put it on, he knows what’s going to happen; he also knows I’m just mean enough not to give it to him when he asks, so he doesn’t bother, but I’ve learned to see the signs, the desire bubbling up from within. I like to give him what he wants, with a twist.

I can’t see his face, blocked as it is by Maya’s pink lips and tufts of orange hair, as I slide the cock in place, nor when I lube it up. I have to imagine his tongue diving inside Maya, except when she raises herself up, only to rub her pussy all over his face. I lean forward to give her a deep kiss before putting a hand on each of Dylan’s cheeks. I don’t need to get him any more open than he already is, but I like the way Dylan shudders when I hold him wide open. His ass is pulsing, clenching at air, beckoning me inside. I push the head in and see his hands slip just enough to make me pause.

“You want me to fuck you, don’t you? If you do, then you’ll keep your hands where they belong. I’m giving you the chance to hold yourself, rather than being strung up like someone who can’t be trusted. You don’t want to break that trust now, do you, Dylan?” I say it in a singsong, sweet but stern tone, one that commands and corrects, sweeping away any potential objections. The truth is, Dylan and Maya both trust me to lead them, just as I trust them to follow. It’s a symbiotic relationship.

Symbiotic is also a perfect description of what happens when my slick cock slides all the way inside him. I lean forward and kiss Maya again, bringing my hands up to join Dylan’s, pushing his legs closer toward his shoulders. “I want a taste too,” I murmur, and Maya rises, maneuvering so I can lick her in full view of Dylan. He moans, the kind of moan you’d think would mean he wants to join in, if you didn’t know how much he likes being denied.

I bite Maya’s lower lip and ease back, watching the dick slide in and out of Dylan. Without my prodding, Maya presses her knees lightly against his neck, sinking down onto him. This time, he clutches himself more tightly, digging in the way I’ve seen him grab the headboard or bite into a pillow, relishing being “made” to stay in place.

“Now put your tits in his mouth,” I say as I plunge deep inside. Dylan’s grip loosens a little, but one warning cluck of my tongue and he’s holding himself tight once again. Maya slithers around so she’s leaning forward over him, pushing her breasts together to fit both nipples between his lips. His poor cock is hard and starting to leak, so I take pity on him and wrap my hand around it while his mouth tugs at each of Maya’s nubs in turn.

The feel of him in my hand is too distracting to keep fucking him. I pull out and slip off the panties. “Maya, come help me.” Then I’m the one pinning Dylan down with my weight. While he licks my pussy, she and I jointly get his cock nice and wet, her tongue at the base, with the tip between my lips. When his hands reach for my hips, I let him. There are some things you can’t do when you’re tied up. He tugs me close and buries himself in me while I sink down until my lips meet Maya’s. Dylan’s been trained to wait for me, and his tongue has been trained to know exactly what I like. Soon I’m coming, which gives him permission to do the same. I pull away just as he erupts, watching with a smile.

I move so I’m lying next to Dylan, then grab Maya by her hair and lead her tongue to all the places that need to be cleaned. “Good girl. You’re next,” I tell her, already picturing Dylan holding her arms behind her back while I use a vibrator on her. Or maybe I’ll have him straddle her and fuck her tits while I drive her wild with the new plug-in model I just got. There are so many possibilities, which is why my human toys will always be my favorites.