The wind howled outside in the raging late summer storm, causing the candles that lit the dungeon to flicker. Jo and Kevin were filming a scene, but they didn’t want to be identified as the actors, so Kevin was wearing a medieval-style leather hood with a steel grid across the mouth for breathing. He was currently lying face-up on the wooden bondage table above a built-in steel cage, affixed at several points by his wrists and ankles.

Jo was wearing a blond wig featuring bangs and a neat, angled shoulder-length haircut. Her false eyelashes and heavy black and purple makeup made her nearly unrecognizable as her normal self. She was a completely different character. Zarina had seen her from the control room on the video screen when she hung up the phone, but still barely knew it was her when she went rushing downstairs and into the room, something she would normally never do.

After making an announcement through the control room speaker (“PAUSE FILMING!”), Zarina knocked loudly on the door, calling on her way down the steps per the custom in such a set of extenuating circumstances.

“PAUSE FILMING!” Zarina had cried again, panting. It was a phrase reserved for when the authorities were suspected, or someone’s spouse showed up on the premises; literally instances that occurred twice in the entire time they’d been there, under those two exact circumstances.

Jo calmly turned from the wooden cabinet on the wall in the corner of the room where she had been selecting a flogger. She wore a purple leather bustier that forced her D-size breasts to heave over the top of the structured cone-shape, black lace rimmed top. Shiny purple leather booty shorts, purple leather gloves, and black fishnet stockings completed the shiny, dramatic outfit. She cocked her head slightly, examining Zarina curiously. Jo took three steps toward her on four-inch patent leather purple platform heels. Zarina tried not to stare at her. She heard “None of Your Business” by Salt-N-Pepa begin playing on the sound system, and cursed herself for not having turned it off.

“Pardon me?” said Jo, who had chosen a tool from the vast selection.

When Jo was in the dungeon, she was not a business owner at VXD Enterprises and she was definitely not a schoolteacher at Matthew’s Island Elementary School. She was a prima domme dominatrix of the highest order, the queen of her world and certainly the world of those around her. Her submissives, both in this room and the tens of thousands of followers she had online, worshipped her, went onto their knees for her, followed her every command, waiting without breathing for her next tiny move. She was in full and total control and she certainly did not take an order from another human being under any circumstances. She spent between one and two hours getting into her makeup and costuming for this role—this world—and during that time a mental and psychological transformation took place as well. It wasn’t just a character, like in a movie, it was a lifestyle, an embodiment of an entire psyche—it was who she was.

From behind thick black eyelashes, Jo blinked slowly at Zarina, like a very confident cat would blink at a mouse who had come into its space, knowing the mouse had absolutely no way of escaping the same way it had entered.

“And she wanna be a freak and sell it on the weekend…”

Zarina listened to the music, because it helped her concentrate on something and calm her nerves. It was better than listening to the thunder and lightning. She stole a glance over at Kevin. His breath quickened on the dungeon table. The entry of another woman into the space was obviously arousing. Zarina assumed that underneath that crazy-looking leather hood, he still knew it was her, since no one else would dare enter the space.

Jo saw her looking at Kevin, and did not have to look over to imagine exactly what he was thinking—it was a game she liked to play, and she knew she was good at it:

Exotic, innocent Zarina, with her flawless caramel-colored skin and long black hair and those bright, intelligent eyes—he tried not to think of how young and hot she was, he’d always had a crush on her—because he was lying there naked and if Jo saw him get excited, she would punish him for hours on end. His wrist and ankle handcuffs clinked ever slightly as he ironically strained to stay calm, trying to use breathing methods practiced over time.

Jo noticed everything, always, and she didn’t have to imagine the clinking of Kevin’s restlessness, the change in his breath pattern, because she heard those smaller sounds, even with the storm outside. She knew if she turned her head, she’d see the twitching in his cock as it pulsed slightly.

“Hello, Zarina,” said Jo.

Zarina swallowed. Said the spider to the fly went immediately through her mind. Which was ridiculous! This was her business partner! Why would she be afraid of her? She simply had to tell her what happened that caused her to run downstairs without any notice. She tried not to look around the dungeon. It looked so much bigger down here than on the screen, which was how she was used to seeing it. This was the longest she’d ever been down here—the other two times involved the first two emergency notifications: the police raid had turned out to be nothing (some DNR guy thought seafood was still being run out of the warehouse) and the spouse visit was deflected without the spouse coming down to the space, though a marriage may have ended when the woman saw her husband with four leather-clad actors, including men.

Zarina swallowed, trying to keep the nervousness that didn’t belong there in the first place out of her voice. “I’m really sorry for interrupting,” began Zarina. “It’s just that something came up that I thought you really needed to know about right away…”

Zarina wasn’t sure where to look, but she definitely tried not to look again at Kevin. Her eyes stayed focused on Jo, on the candy-apple-red glistening lipstick of her pursed lips, smiling at the corners. Even looking at Jo wasn’t easy, she was so… evocative. She thought back to the time Jo had barely brushed her arm in the studio and felt a tingling in the center of her body. The dungeon was drafty, which added to the effect. Zarina was wearing a cotton tank top and a cotton-spandex skirt, and she wrapped her arms around herself, perhaps to protect herself from the cold, but also somehow from Jo’s intent gaze, and impossibly, from the wind that rattled the old windows. The island was in the middle of yet another storm—they seemed to hit constantly nowadays. From down here below the main floor of the warehouse, Zarina could hear a few leaks in the ancient building; the distant drip-drip-dripping of the downpour, echoes in the darkness in a few places that seemed to accent the surroundings perfectly and weren’t something she could see in a video up in the control room.

“Well, go on,” said Jo, “what’s the emergency?”

As she spoke, she walked closer to Zarina. In her hand was a lavender swivel-head deerskin suede flogger with twenty-four lashes she’d chosen from the cabinet. She gently swung it around on its hinge.

With the nature of her business and her personality, Jo was a bit of a flogger connoisseur. She had two dozen, ranging in sizes and shapes and materials. The construction and the number of the strands of leather determined whether there was more of a sting or a thudding sensation; each felt entirely different when used on her clients. The way the leather was wrapped around the hilt of the handle and how it felt in her hand as she used it were also important—this swivel-head design protected Jo’s wrist from overuse; it was one of her favorites, and as she clicked past Zarina in the purple platform heels on the ancient hardwood floor, she grazed the tendrils of suede gently across the back sides of Zarina’s knees.

Zarina did everything in her power to remain standing. The sensation of the soft suede was mesmerizing—she thought of the dungeon as a place filled with whips and chains and pain, and the feeling she was experiencing was the opposite. The tingle from the backs of her knees, like the time Jo touched her arm, was electrified and it traveled through the nerve endings inside her, along deep channels within and around her brain, touching every sexual fiber. What the hell is happening to me? thought Zarina. She struggled to stay focused.

“It’s your boss,” said Zarina, rushing the words out. “The principal of the elementary school. Mr. Spannek. He called here. On the business line. He asked to speak to you. I just thought that was very shocking and I thought you’d want to know about it right away.”

She exhaled, pleased to have finally gotten all the words out.

Jo broke out into a hysterical, near-cackling laughter. The sound bounced around the large steel panels that had been hung from the walls and ceiling for effect as background in the videos. “Principal Dickhead called here on the landline phone?” She laughed again. “Well, that’s a new one. What the fuck does he want?”

“He didn’t say. What does he know about our—video production company?” asked Zarina.

“Who cares?” said Jo. “I’ll have to ask him in the faculty meeting tomorrow. But for now, I’m far more interested in the fact that you are standing here, finally, after all this time, in my space. I know you’ve been wanting to come down here. You know I’ve been wanting you to come down here. And you are looking very curious about what Kevin and I have going on here in my dungeon.”

“I’m really sorry to have interrupted…” Zarina stammered for words.

Jo smiled at the apology. Her unintentional submission was a step in the right direction.

“Would you like to stay and play?” asked Jo. “I could show you the ropes.”

Jo smiled at her. Zarina heard the first strains of “Give Me Tonight” by Shannon start on the sound system, and she smiled back at her, for one moment recognizing her friend and business partner underneath the makeup and wig and purple leather get-up, and the tension was eased. But in that same moment, Zarina felt the magnetic pull of her attraction to Jo more strongly than she ever had before. They had flirted casually before, but this experience was on a totally different level, and Zarina knew there was no going back. She also knew the cameras were running, and that her husband, Stanley, would be so massively turned on by this footage that he’d thank her forever. She decided to just relax and enjoy. Why not play along and have some fun? This wasn’t the first time Zarina had been with a girl, or even in a threesome, and Stanley knew that. Lucky for her, he was very liberal about the whole thing.

“I would love to stay and play, Mistress Jo,” said Zarina. “But I’m very new at this and don’t know any of the rules of the game.”

“Oh, you know I like to teach,” said Jo. “You’ve already met my student Kevin.”

Zarina watched as Jo walked over to the bondage table where Kevin was splayed, naked, only able to listen to the exchange so far. Now, Jo removed the leather hood so he could see the women.

“Greet Zarina, Kevin,” said Jo. She slapped him lightly on the thigh with her purple leather glove.

“Hello, Zarina,” said Kevin.

“Hi, Kevin,” said Zarina, which seemed awkward to her because they’d known each other for years. Of course, she’d never seen him naked and handcuffed to a leather bondage table with a built-in cage below it before, his ankles cuffed to the metal loops at the corners of the table. She thought about making a joke about how they’d shake hands under other circumstances, and then thought better of it. She did not think Jo would think it was funny. Jo was clearly in charge of the conversation, and it wasn’t the time to joke around.

“Give me tonight... then if you don’t wanna stay... girl, I’ll just forget you...”

“I don’t normally like surprises,” said Jo. “But I have to say I’m intrigued by this one today.”

Standing beside him, Jo gently dragged the flogger’s flails across Kevin’s thighs and ever lightly across his cock, which stiffened in response to the strands of soft leather. At the moment, Jo was using the flogger gently while he was on his back; she normally used it with more force when he was lying face-down, his penis jutting through the hole in the table and exposed from the cage side. She could flog his backside this way, occasionally reaching under the table to feel how hard he was.

Jo twisted one of Kevin’s nipples and he cried out with a very soft sound.

Zarina watched in awe.

“Come closer, Zarina,” said Jo. “I won’t hurt you. Yet.”

Zarina did as she was told and walked over to the table.

“Does it excite you to see Kevin so aroused?” asked Jo. She slapped Kevin’s thigh lightly with the flogger in her right hand, slowly moving it again across his torso, across his throbbing cock.

Zarina’s breathing had become more shallow. She looked at Jo. Jo slowly ran her left hand up her torso and slid it inside the top of her purple leather bustier, lifting her right breast until her nipple was exposed. Zarina and Kevin both watched Jo as she tightly twisted and turned her nipple between her fingers, her own breathing becoming heavier.

“Yes,” said Zarina. “It’s very exciting.” She didn’t know what to do with her hands, her eyes… but she did know one thing: Jo was in charge.

Kevin pulled against the restraints; the clanking of the metal loops and the stretching of the leather straps that held the cuffs were the only sounds besides the pelting of the rain against the windows and the sounds of their breathing. The CD had ended upstairs, and the threesome was making their own soundtrack now.

“Why don’t you hold this for me?” said Jo, raising the flogger. “See how it feels in your hand.”

Jo held out the lavender suede flogger in both her palms, presenting it to Zarina. Kevin took a deep breath, which Jo immediately interpreted as surprise: she knew he was certain no one had ever before held one of her tools.

Zarina tentatively took the foreign object, holding out both her upturned palms to accept it as though she were inside some sort of bizarre video game accepting a sword because she had completed one level and was now going to be headed to the next level. Then she felt odd holding it that way, so she gripped the handle in her right fist, the way it was meant to be held. The twenty-four flails immediately responded as they should on their hinge, pivoting almost automatically. She steadied them with her left hand, surprised at the softness of the suede.

Jo smiled. “See, that’s not so scary, is it?”

Zarina looked up and Jo had now removed both her breasts from the top of the bustier. She was using one of her leather gloves to work Kevin’s cock and the other glove to pinch and twist her own nipple. She expertly hopped onto the table, straddling Kevin, which revealed the fact that her booty shorts had no center material and therefore her shaved mound was now on prominent display. Letting go of her nipple, she attended herself with two fingers. The scene was very erotic. Zarina would have been happy just to watch, but she had also become extremely excited herself.

“Would you like me to tell you what to do?” said Jo. “Wouldn’t it just be so much easier if someone else was in control right now?”

Zarina quickly nodded her head yes. As she stroked herself, Jo gave a brief speech about BDSM, something Zarina had earlier learned was a somewhat confusing acronym that stood for bondage & discipline, dominance & submission, sadism & masochism.

“Normally when we enter dominant-submissive relationships we have signed contracts and we agree to very specific sets of rules that establish our relationship,” said Jo, “but if you would like to verbally agree that today is simply for play, I would be willing to agree to enter a simple roleplay session.”

“Yes,” said Zarina. “Anything you say.”

“For starters, that’s ‘Anything you say, Empress Josephine,’” said Jo, still working Kevin’s dick slowly while she slowly stroked herself. “When you speak to me in this space, you shall refer to me as ‘Empress Josephine’ because I reign over any and all activities here.”

“Yes, Empress Josephine,” said Zarina, wishing she could start touching her own aching center. In her mind as the words echoed, Zarina couldn’t help but think they sounded a little bit like the words impress Josephine, and it made her a little bit more nervous. She tried to push the thought aside. She wished the dungeon came with strong drinks first.

“Good,” said Jo. “Now the first thing we’re going to need to do is get you naked and tie you up.”

Zarina was past the point of shock at this point, so she just stood motionless, wishing the imaginary drinks had been a double.

Jo climbed down from the table, walked over, took the flogger from Zarina, and placed it next to Kevin on the table.

“We’ll be needing you in a little bit, Kevin,” said Jo, “but for now you can just watch.”

He nodded his head in agreement. No arguments there.

“One of the most enticing elements of the BDSM lifestyle is the anticipation,” said Jo to Zarina. “So one of the things you’re going to learn today is that the waiting is just as exciting as the action. Take off your clothes,” Jo ordered.

Jo walked over to the large wooden cupboard and removed a few items while Zarina did what she had been told. She was a bit self-conscious to be naked in front of Kevin, but he thoughtfully looked away while she undressed, to give her privacy.

Jo returned slowly, the tap of each heel creating suspense for both Zarina and Kevin. She took note that every goose bump had been raised on Zarina’s skin.

She walked over to Zarina, now carrying a small black leather riding crop with a red triangular tip, which she showed to Zarina. The riding crop tucked under her arm, she wrapped a red silk blindfold around Zarina’s eyes. She walked over and placed the riding crop next to the flogger.

“Suspense is all part of the game,” said Jo. “Not knowing what’s coming next.”

She then returned to Zarina, put her wrists behind her back, and tied them tightly, expertly with a silk handkerchief. For this play session there was no need for handcuffs or rope that might frighten her. Bondage could be accomplished with materials that felt luxurious.

Once her wrists were tied, Jo picked the riding crop back up. “The item you saw me holding is a riding crop. It has a tapping sensation like this...”

Jo tapped the crop on Zarina’s outer thigh. Zarina drew in a breath.

“We think of these tools as being used for pain when really they create far more pleasure,” said Jo.

Jo tapped the crop gently, swiftly along Zarina’s thigh, up her sides, and around to her ass, occasionally tapping a bit harder, but never painfully. Swiftly, she tapped on her nipples, first one, then the other.

“How does that feel?” asked Jo.

Zarina’s breathing was very quick.

“Exciting,” she answered.

Jo responded by running one of her leather gloves along Zarina’s torso and gently along her ass.

“And this?” she asked.

“Yes,” Zarina simply answered.

Jo slapped her harder on her right ass cheek with the riding crop and as Zarina drew in a gasp, she kissed her full on the mouth. Zarina responded by returning the kiss. Jo took Zarina’s left nipple into her hand, twisting it with a medium pressure, and Zarina’s entire body responded. She was already fully wet from the excitement of the room’s sexual tension, even from just seeing Jo in her sexy attire, the full power of her sexuality, but this physical encounter was astronomically arousing.

Jo was surprised herself at how aroused she was by the kiss. Zarina’s lips were so soft, her body so inviting, her willingness to learn so complete. The sexual tension between them had been there for years but had remained at a low hum—their business and friendship had come first. Unleashed, though, its power was a force unrelenting and dynamic. Jo had to pull herself back together to remember who was in control.

She walked over to Kevin.

“This has to be fun for you to watch,” said Jo. “Something new in the dungeon today, right?”

Kevin smiled. He couldn’t help it.

She smiled in return. Seeing he didn’t need further arousal, she released his wrists and ankles from the cuffs.

“You’ve been restrained long enough, Kevin,” said Jo, “and besides, we’re having a play session and I wouldn’t want you to miss out on all the fun.”

Kevin remained where he was, awaiting further instruction. But Jo was aroused and she needed satisfaction. She jumped onto the table and grabbed the leather loops that hung above it. Her body was toned from basically using these as pull-up straps, for leverage.

She didn’t have to say anything to him. Her hands in the leather straps, her legs splayed at the knees, she simply motioned downward with her eyes at her own body. He moved quickly into a sitting position, taking her nipple into his mouth, using his tongue to arouse her, looking pleased to finally have an opportunity to do so. His hand traveled across her thighs, down her back. He knew that in the rare event she chose to be touched, she liked to have every other part of her skin touched first before he moved to her center.

Kevin wasn’t just the head filmmaker, or a typical client for the purposes of web videos, he was also her lover outside the dungeon.

Zarina listened to the sexual sounds, unable to see anything through the blindfold, and wished she could observe what was going on. Were they fucking? She wanted to watch. She wanted to say something, but dared not. She had to wait, just like Jo had said. This was what Kevin must have felt like when he was wearing that leather hood. She couldn’t touch herself to soothe the maddening, pulsing ache. She waited.

“Let’s not leave Zarina out of the party,” said Jo. She climbed down from the bondage table, kissing Kevin, and standing beside the table, she let her tongue drag slowly, lightly down his neck, chest, and across his groin. She paused to take his arousal into her mouth, using her leather glove to work his rock-hard shaft firmly, twisting it while she worked her tongue. He exhaled with pleasure, but she wouldn’t let him get anywhere close to orgasm—there was still plenty of work to be done. She released him, motioning her head toward Zarina. He took her lead, getting down from the table and following her.

She picked up the flogger and the riding crop. “We’re going to need some more space.” Jo walked over and opened a door leading to another room.

The small finished bedroom adjacent to the dungeon was used for filming group scenes. Featuring white walls and a black iron four-post bondage post bed with a red leather mattress, it was appointed with all the equipment for any BDSM fantasy scene. Cameras hung in each corner of the room to capture the action.

She walked back over to Zarina. Riding crop in hand, she tapped it quickly and gently along Zarina’s sides and ass to bring her flesh back into a state of awareness. Zarina stood up straight, tossing her silky black hair over one shoulder; her arms restrained from managing it. Jo gathered all her hair into one leather glove.

“Beautiful,” she said. She ran her glove down the length of Zarina’s hair, twisting it into a ponytail, pulling it slightly tighter. Using the riding crop, she tapped Zarina’s nipples.

“My hands are full,” she said to Kevin, having tucked the flogger under one arm. “Could you hold this please?” She handed him the crop. Taking the suede flogger, and still holding Zarina’s hair tightly with her left hand, she grazed it across Zarina’s naked back and down her ass. Standing directly behind her so that Zarina could feel Jo’s body touching her from behind, Jo first tightened the handful of hair, hard, then let it go. She wrapped her right arm around Zarina, letting the flogger fall and braise the front of Zarina’s body, tapping her inner thighs, abdomen, breasts, and erogenous zones with its twenty-four soft, leathery tendrils. Jo felt Zarina’s body soften, as though it was melting against her. Jo let her left hand slide slowly up the side of Zarina’s thigh, up the curve of her torso, and around to her left breast, finding soft roundness, the nipple completely hard from excitement. Jo twisted the nipple, with a medium amount of pressure, and Zarina’s body jolted with simultaneous surprise, pleasure, excitement. Jo let the flogger fall on Zarina’s inner thigh at that moment, not for pain, but for sensation, knowing exactly how to let the suede land so it brought even more sensation.

Kevin watched, and unable to contain his excitement he looked at Jo, resigned to the amount of torture he’d been through already, he was overwhelmed with desire, and she knew instinctively that he was asking for permission. She nodded slightly, and he slowly began to work his own shaft as he watched the women. Obviously happy to be able to move around again, Kevin’s left hand swiped his face and ran through his cropped white hair as he rolled his head in a circle, stretching his neck around and taking in the glorious scene with his hazel-green eyes. The former Naval Academy pilot’s right hand ran across his muscular chest, a few fingers slid by his rigid nipples, across the ridges on his abdomen, and down to his aching dick. She smiled at his arousal, looking at him sexily and running her tongue across her top lip, knowing it was a fantasy for him to watch this scene.

“We’ll be needing your services shortly, Kevin,” Jo said as she continued to roll and gently drop the flogger around Zarina’s torso, thighs, back, breasts.

Kevin flexed his ass cheek muscles, bit his lower lip, rolled his hips, and narrowed his sexy eyes at her in response, which made Jo wetter than she already was. Using his right grip at the base of his cock, he showed her the full attention of his desire, rolling two fingers from his left hand first across the glistening end of his shaft and then across his left nipple. He rolled his tongue across his upper lip, narrowing those hazel green eyes at her. Jo closed her eyes, sighing, and had to place two fingers through the slit in her shorts to address her own excruciating need, but for the moment she returned her attention to Zarina. She walked around to the front of Zarina, who was visibly shaking from arousal and suspense.

Then Jo did something she didn’t usually do, especially in her own dungeon. Partially in response to Kevin’s bold display of arousal, partly in response to her own excitement and Zarina’s, she put down the riding crop and got down on her knees facing Zarina. Her gloved hands traveled up Zarina’s soft body to her breasts, where she used her fingers to pinch and twist the nipples to full attention in anticipation of her tongue. She grazed one nipple with her teeth, then the other. She sucked each tit until Zarina cried out in pleasure, using her fingers to circle and tease Zarina’s clit expertly at the same time. Zarina orgasmed, barely standing, feeling as though she were going to collapse against Jo.

Jo looked at Kevin. He was breathing heavily and had stopped pleasuring himself; Jo knew it was because he was close to orgasm. She stood up. “Let’s all move to the bedroom, shall we?” she said.

She removed Zarina’s blindfold and wrist restraint. Zarina, panting, blinked at her, wide-eyed, smiling, dazed.

“So you’ve learned the lesson of what it’s like to use your other senses when you don’t have sight or touch,” said Jo. “Now for the rest of the play session, I’m going to allow you to watch and feel. I wouldn’t want you to miss out on the full experience.”

“Kevin,” said Jo, “Zarina is in a bit of a weakened state. Would you do me a favor and transport our dungeon guest to the bed?”

“Of course, Empress,” said Kevin. He walked over, swooped Zarina off her feet, cradling her, and carried her to the red leather mattress of the bondage bed, placing her down gently on her back.

“Jo—” began Zarina, “I feel like I want to… like I should…”

Jo laughed. “Luckily this is a play session,” said Jo, “or you would be severely punished right now. First of all for addressing me the wrong way, but mostly for trying to tell me what you want, which is completely insignificant in this space. Here, you are submissive. Your wants are determined by me. And, from what I’ve seen so far, being met. So how about you just relax and enjoy the ride, OK, Zarina?”

Zarina blushed, nodding.

“Yes, Empress Josephine,” she responded.

“Much better,” said Jo.

The four-poster bondage bed featured leather straps with heavy steel cuffs. Jo removed matching steel wrist and ankle cuffs from hooks on the wall and attached them to Zarina’s wrists and ankles, securing them in place. She was in a comfortable position—her arms and legs had a certain range of movement without being outstretched too far.

Jo walked around to the other side of the bed and started kissing Kevin. She placed her hands on his muscular, curved ass, squeezing the cheeks hard, while Zarina watched.

“I don’t want to neglect you,” she said to Kevin, darting a tongue into his mouth. “Did you like watching me with Zarina?”

“Very much, Empress,” said Kevin.

Jo turned around to face Zarina.

“I really enjoyed my time with her,” said Jo. “I’m still enjoying it. She is so hot. I love her silky black hair and her perfect caramel skin, and how responsive her body is to my every touch.”

As she spoke, Jo ran the tips of her fingers gently along Zarina’s belly, watching her nipples as they jutted immediately into rosy peaks. She felt Kevin’s hot bulge on the back of her purple leather booty shorts and she pressed appreciatively against it, lowering her head to run her tongue along the center of Zarina’s abdomen, first to one breast, lingering to take it into her mouth, then the other, squeezing the alternate nipple with her fingers as Zarina moaned with pleasure, her head back. Jo was panting herself, as Kevin’s two strong fingers had found their way around her right thigh and into the opening in her booty shorts and her wet, burning need. She rolled her hips against his fingers in a steady rhythm. His rhythm matched hers as he squeezed his ass and ground his rock-hard erection against her perfect curves inside the slick, cool leather of her purple shorts.

Jo brought her fingers down Zarina’s abdomen and between Zarina’s legs, feeling the softness, the heat, the ache, as Zarina arched against the restraints.

“I need a better angle,” said Jo, walking around toward the end of the bed, first stopping to take two things from the wall. It was a black and red feather duster with a leather handle, and something else. Zarina watched as Jo returned to the bottom of the bed, where Kevin was waiting. Jo used the feather duster to gently sweep across the insides of Zarina’s spread legs, her belly, her nipples. The sensation was amazing, and Zarina’s entire body responded by breaking out in goose bumps. Jo bent at the waist, lowering her head and darting her tongue around the sensitive skin on the insides of Zarina’s thighs as Zarina watched. Kevin returned to his position behind Jo, now placing his hands firmly on her upper thighs, making the opening in her shorts wider and using his tongue to arouse her. She widened her stance to allow this, continuing her oral pleasure of Zarina, one hand on the iron bed frame to steady herself, her right hand using the feather duster to flick across Zarina’s nipples.

Zarina and Jo both sighed and groaned in response to the intense oral pleasure they were receiving.

“Fuck me, Kevin,” ordered Jo. She climbed onto the bed onto all fours, picking up the other item she had retrieved from the wall: a very realistic vibrating dildo. She looked at Zarina, smiling, holding it up to her for approval. Zarina nodded her approval enthusiastically.

“Hell yes, Empress Josephine,” Zarina responded.

Kevin was also happy to do as he was told. He climbed onto the bed behind Jo, first letting himself feel the curve of her ass with his rigid shaft. As Zarina watched, Jo moistened the head of the vibrator with her mouth then switched on the finely detailed, ridged, flesh-toned dildo to the setting she wanted. The tiny pearls inside its head vibrated as the shaft made small circular motions. She placed it gently to the tip of Zarina’s clit with her right hand, leaning her head down to take her left nipple into her mouth and arching her back toward Kevin. He thrust into her with a loud groan as he entered the velvety softness of her soft cave. Jo contracted her muscles around his throbbing dick, feeling every inch of his desire, contained for so long.

The three moved in harmony, Zarina rolling her hips to create more force against the vibrating head of the dildo, willing Jo to press it into her further. Jo teased her with it, slipping it just inside, back out, inside, out, while Kevin did the same to her. She rolled her hips backward but after his initial thrust he had pulled back and was now teasing her with his length, allowing only slow movements. His hand was on her clit as he expertly rolled his fingers around it, taking the rare opportunity to be in charge of her pleasure. With his hands free, he could squeeze and tease her nipples, pull her hips closer to him… anything he wanted. Jo was breathing heavily... she knew she wouldn’t last long before she exploded in orgasm. Just seeing how hot Zarina was in front of her was massively exciting. She loved pleasuring her while getting pleasured herself.

Zarina wished she could touch Jo. She had never been in a sexual situation where she was receiving all the pleasure and giving nothing in return. She enjoyed every bit of everything that was happening to her. She willed herself to relax and enjoy it. Watching Jo’s face as she bit her lip and closed her eyes, moving up and down as Kevin thrust into her was so damn hot. The view of Kevin fucking her was hot too—his perfect body, its muscular lines as it held her, his hands as they worked to please her, all of it was thrilling. She didn’t feel like she was cheating Stanley. He could watch this movie, and would, and they would together, and it would be the hottest fucking thing ever. So she took a deep breath, relaxed, and let herself slide into a full state of pleasure.

Jo slid the vibrator further into Zarina, pressing her thumb against Zarina’s clit in exactly the perfect counterpressure. She licked her left nipple, teasing it into a full peak with her teeth, sucking on it, until Zarina cried out in the most glorious, long, satisfied moan of orgasm, and relaxed beneath her touch.

Hearing Zarina’s orgasm was hot for both Jo and Kevin. Jo had already been near orgasm. She removed the vibrator from Zarina and placed the head of it to her own clit, using her other gloved hand to squeeze her left nipple, hard, as Kevin grasped her hips and increased the frequency of his thrusts. She exploded in an orgasm that brought stars before her eyes, screaming out in pleasure and within seconds, Kevin grabbed her hips tightly, moaning loudly, and released himself, finally.