"Yes Mistress."

[jw_kk]

With the caveat that this material contains graphic descriptions of drug use, fetish play, including water-sports, enema play, and male-male bisexual content, those of you who don’t find these themes appealing might consider hitting the back button in your browser now.

This is a longer read than my usual in this venue, I struggled a bit about the proper sub-forum, ‘Fetish’ vs. ‘Library’ - in the end, I decided ‘Library’ was the appropriate place, but it is definitely a combined theme. Please pardon the technical/medical aspects, as my MD/PhD background seems inseparably necessary for discussing parts of this.


For opening context, KK’s current infatuation/quasi-affair with Andy is now crossing the 90-day mark - rare for KK, rare for us, for a variety of reasons. One thing is evident - Andy’s completely sexually addicted to my wife. KK has him wrapped around her little finger, figuratively speaking. Andy appears to be totally submissive to her, completely compliant with her every demand.

What, if any emotional bonding may exist in either direction remains to be seen. It is possible that Andy may be in love with KK, in combination with the sexual addiction, or it may simply be that he’s “in lust” with my wife. My experience with KK is that her infatuations with a particular man wax and wane with high variability. One of our “rules” is that we don’t have repeat partners - the objective is to avoid attachment and emotional entanglement (love). I’ve noted the “quasi-affair” before - that’s clearly the case with KK and Andy. Me in the picture not withstanding, she’s been having sex with Andy pretty much exclusively, and very regularly.

For KK, there is an element of power play that comes with sexually controlling a man. That’s definitely in play in her relationship with Andy. She’s at the point of expecting Andy to withhold sex from his wife, she considers his cum “hers,” and demands that he not “give her cum” to his own wife.

There is also a psychological aspect to this kind of situation - I know from first-hand experience that encountering a sexual, sensual woman, uninhibited, kinky, with few boundaries is an overwhelming experience. I think this is amplified when a man’s primary experience has been with a “vanilla” partner, then encounters a sexually liberated woman like KK. Perhaps it is a poor analogy, but it appears Andy’s world prior to KK was akin to being on an island where the only fruit was bananas. He’s been transported to a new island, where the number of delightful, exotic fruits (KK) seem limitless.

Yesterday, we crossed into territory beyond sexual addiction - Andy is now essentially enslaved to KK, a fascinating turn of events. Things have evolved into a sexual triad that includes me, KK, and Andy, with few boundaries.

One element of the triad is the level of trust and intimacy involved. Sharing KK is both romantic and sexual. For whatever reason, the three of us quickly became very comfortable, open, and uninhibited together. For me, one huge positive is watching Andy fuck, or more accurately, make love to my wife. In the same sense, watching KK with Andy is intensely erotic - she makes love to him, something beyond just sex and “plain ‘ol fucking.” In the scenario with KK and Andy as a couple, with me discretely watching, it is akin to being a voyeur to incredible intimacy. The situation is like seeing a man and wife engaged in lovemaking; passionate kissing, touching, tender caresses, intense pleasuring of one another, in the sense of giving, and giving up to a lover, a romantic and sexual blending, mating if you will.

The three of us have also been very experimental. Before KK, Andy’s relationship with his own wife has apparently been mundane - he describes their sex as relatively infrequent, mostly routine, kind of boring. Andy also describes his wife as inhibited, somewhat prude. KK, in contrast is anything but inhibited or prude.

As consenting adults, we’ve also incorporated drugs and alcohol into our encounters. I’m certain this is controversial for some, a course typically charged with strong opinion. Given my background and training, I can draw a line between use of drugs and alcohol for pleasure, versus abuse and addiction. While it may be a fine line, we’re staying on the pleasure side.

KK and I both enjoy smoking pot, and occasional use of MDMA (Ecstasy or X). Turns out Andy is also a pot aficionado too, during in one of our threesomes, we introduced him to X. MDMA is certainly controversial. As a sexual enhancer, used properly, with caution, it delivers an amazing experience.

So far, our total focus in the MFM threesome encounters that KK and I’ve had with Andy has been making love to KK - the kind of erotic, sensual, intimate lovemaking focusing totally on her pleasure. There have been some incidental bisexual elements of these encounters; unavoidable during DVP, fuck-licking, and similar acts. However there’s been nothing overtly, or intentionally bisexual, either directed or requested by KK, or originating with me or Andy. MDMA has greatly enhanced these highly intimate encounters; the reduction in inhibition, relaxation, bonding, and empathy has been positive.

Another ongoing element that’s interesting is KK’s fixation and/or fantasy that Andy and I could be twins - she sometimes calls him “your twin brother from another mother.” KK thinks we look alike, which I don’t see - in part, Andy’s seventeen, maybe eighteen years younger than me. We do have some physical similarity; we’re both endurance sports enthusiasts, fit, roughly the same height, body type, and weight, but I don’t really see the “twin” thing at all. A couple of times, KK’s even had us role-play it, the scenario that we’re twin brothers making love to her. We both went with it, although the first time it was kind of awkward. The second time was pretty amazing, because KK got off on it so much.

The last contextual element relates to some experiments we’ve been doing with prescription drugs. I am a regular user of Cialis (Tadalafil). I don’t use it for ED. I use it for enhancement, supporting extended sex sessions, mainly to keep up with KK. I started using Cialis in the fall/winter of 2003 when it came on the market, finding it superior to Viagra. My intro to Viagra was in the spring of 1998 - not for ED, but so that I could keep up with my 19-year old affair partner, Bev. Viagra had the desired result, but I never liked the side-effects; heartburn, “blue out,” “Viagra cock,” a weird condition that inhibits orgasm and ejaculation, along with circulatory changes that for lack of a better description caused my cock to turn a deep red-purple color, with an erection that sometimes lasted as long as six hours. While Bev enjoyed it, the effect wasn’t always pleasant for me, especially not being able to cum, despite the intense urge and need. Cialis was a god-send for me - all the benefits of Viagra, but none of the negative side-effects.

Roll the clock forward to 2021, there are now several interesting sexual enhancers on the prescription market, including the now mundane Cialis/Tadalafil, and Viagra/Sildenafil. One we’ve been experimenting with is Bremelanotide, also known as PT-141. Bremelanotide is a peptide hormone, acting as an activator for melanocortin receptors leading to enhanced sexual response. PT-141 works directly on the nervous system to produce sexual arousal, increase libido, influence sexual behavior, aiding in various sexual aspects that affect both men and women. PT-141 has also shown results in addressing erectile dysfunction, increasing blood flow to the genital area - it is a libido increaser/enhancer from a neurological perspective.

KK and I both have “normal” physiology, neither of us have ever experienced low libido, so the PT-141 acts as an enhancer/increaser. It is distributed as a nasal spray, dosed at 1.25mg. When Andy came on the scene, all three of us started using it.

Our second experiment has been focused on KK. There is a gel now on the market that compounds Theophylline, Sildenafil Citrate, Phentolamine Mesylate, Pentoxifylline, and L-Arginine. Some will recognize Sildenafil by the Viagra brand name. The gel is topical, transdermal, readily adsorbs into the skin, particularly mucosal tissues like the vagina, and anus/rectum. It also works on the labia and clitoris, as well as erectile tissue like the nipples/areola.

Theophylline is a bronchodilator - in this application it acts to increase circulatory function. Sildenafil is basically a vasodilator, as is L-Arginine. Phentolamine Mesylate acts as a muscle relaxant and vasodilator. Pentoxifylline is an anti-inflammatory and vasodilator. The compound is delivered as a gel, it greatly increases the sensitivity of the tissue to which it’s applied. This shit is simply amazing in terms of its effects on KK. I use it on her nipples, pussy, including clit, labia, and internally, and on her rectum/anus. The results for vaginal and anal sex are off the chart. KK’s orgasms were intense before, but with this stuff, they are off the rails. The gel drives her wild, like writhing, bucking, shaking and quivering wild. For short, we call the gel “Melt-down."

Both Andy and I have been using another compounded product; a blend of 20mg Tadalafil, 100IU (about 3.5mg) Oxytocin, and 2000mcg PT-141 in pill form. This is basically Cialis on steroids. I’ve already mentioned the PT-141/Bremelanotide, and the effect of Cialis/Tadalafil is pretty well-known. The Oxytocin (the “love drug”) is another peptide hormone. The effects on females is more widely known, but it also works on males in various ways, including anxiety reduction, intensifying emotional bonding, and intensifying orgasmic/ejaculatory response. The latter is pretty extraordinary - my ejaculatory contractions have subjectively intensified, for the most part resulting in mind-bending orgasm and explosive cum shots.

KK’s taking a Oxytocin in 100IU dose as well. The Oxytocin and MDMA work well together in the sense of bonding and intimacy, closeness and inhibition reduction.

All of these are prescription drugs (excluding MDMA), requiring a physician’s consult and medical evaluation, so no OTC source is available. They are relatively inexpensive, as the compounded individual elements are all on the generic market. I’m not promoting these, or their sources, anyone interested can contact me by PM if you want source info.

MDMA, Ecstasy, or X is a bit more controversial. Without all the technical detail, chemically pure MDMA can be had, and less is more in the context of dosing. You have to be cautious with it, especially when combining it with certain other drugs, like ED or similar vasodilators, MAOI’s, or SSRI's. After lots of experimentation, and empirical tests, I’ve found that 50mg to 80mg is the best. With high quality, pharmaceutical grade MDMA, 50mg is ideal, with low to moderate risk. I’m not advocating this part of our sex-drug ritual, because it isn’t without risk, especially for those who only have access to street drugs. Quality not withstanding, some of the MDMA circulating in the party and swinger/lifestyle circuit is in the high-dose range, as much as 200mg in a tablet. In high dose administration, it can cause lots of negative, even dangerous side-effects, including cardiorespiratory issues, elevated body temperature, nausea, and worse. MDMA is a Schedule I drug in the U.S., possession carries criminal penalties. I’m not providing information on synthesis or sourcing - don’t ask. The three of us have used 50mg dosing four times since Andy’s been on the scene; the euphoria, decreased inhibition, and the emotional enhancement has been well worth the risk, resulting in amazing sex.

Our last component of the love and sex drug experiment is CBD oil - Cannabidiol. I started using it about three years ago as an alternative anti-inflammatory to ibuprofen. CBD oil is completely legal, available OTC from many sources. We use a product that’s full spectrum, so it also contains a very small amount of THC, terpenes, and other compounds. I use it in tincture form - it is supplied as a suspension tincture in MCT (fractionated coconut oil).

A year or so ago, I started using it occasionally during sex, applying it to my cock-head, and to KK’s labia and clit as a topical. Like the “Melt-down” gel product I described, the CBD works as a transdermal, providing enhanced sensitivity to both the glans and clitoris.

I’m a firm believer in better living through chemistry… setting aside all the technical stuff, the three of us have been thoroughly enjoying sex and drugs over the last rough 90-days, with pretty amazing, intense results.

That’s sufficient context for the meat of the story. This past Friday, Andy played hooky from work. KK invited him over for a specific purpose, boundary testing, to see how far she could push him. She didn’t give him the specifics, just an arrival time, 10:00am sharp.

I wasn’t read in on whatever KK was scheming either. My day started at 7:00am, by KK awakening me with a “Good Morning” blowjob. She didn’t finish me off - instead, just as I was reaching orgasm, it came to an abrupt end, leaving me hanging. KK ordered, “Now, get up, get your ass in gear. Andy’s coming over to play this morning. He’ll be here at ten sharp. I need coffee, I want a full breakfast. You’ve got chores to do slave-boy!”

The “slave-boy” tag was a clue. I felt a little disoriented, a little apprehensive because of her tone, but I did as KK asked. By nine we’d finished breakfast and coffee - I had to do all of that in the nude - every time I tried to pause to put on shorts or a robe, KK said, “Nope, you’re my naked, naughty little slave-boy.”

KK gave me instructions; passing me a folded sheet of paper, she said, “I’m going to get ready. Here’s a list of the rest of your chores. Get busy. I expect to see you in the playroom bathroom when I’m finished dressing. Go on now, mind me!"

I was tasked with preparing the playroom - specifically the bathroom, including laying down a cotton area rug on the slate floor, moving the massage table into the bathroom atop the rug, getting set up for an erotic massage session, rounding up the accoutrements; oil, drugs, bottled water, a list of toys from the chest, other odds and ends like extra towels. I wondered the entire time what KK’s plans were.

KK also had me move her special chair, with specific instructions to place it between the head-end of the massage table and the shower stall. She even sketched a diagram of how she wanted things set up.

I call the chair her “evil stool.” It is a sort of vintage looking thing, black metal frame, a swivel secretarial chair, upholstered in black naugahyde, both the seat and back, which comes up just around the lumbar area. It has wheels, so with the swivel it is pretty versatile. KK uses the chair as a prop for exhibition play, usually masturbation or leg/foot fetish play. Just looking at the chair provokes an erection for me.

By the time I finished setting things up, KK’d prepped herself. I was stunned at the result; a fetish half-cup PVC bra, exposing her gorgeous tits, a black lace garter, black back-seam stockings, her bedroom Louboutin “Kate” pumps, a black faux pearl choker… no panties… KK had her hair in a pony-tail, sporting fire-engine red lipstick.

The Louboutin shoes are a trigger for me - they were acquired as a “punishment.” A couple of years back, KK came home unexpectedly and caught me masturbating. I was watching a Julie SkyHigh video, her trademark happened to be the classic Louboutin “fuck me” pumps, with the signature red leather soles. KK caught me red-handed, stroking furiously to a scene in which Ms. SkyHigh was administering a foot/shoe job to some poor soul. KK hates for me to watch porn, or masturbate, unless she’s supervising, so I had two strikes in that moment. After a scolding, KK made me take her shopping. At the time, the “Kate” had just come on the market - KK made me buy her a pair, which at the time were nearly $900! For a pair of shoes… Strike three was me balking at the price. When we got home, KK took it out on me by spanking my cock with the sole of her new Louboutin. Since then, when that pair of shoes comes out, I know there’s going to be some outrageous kink.

This is an outfit KK wears whenever she’s channelling her inner domme, so I knew it was going to be one Hell of a day. She was standing in the doorway to the playroom bathroom, twirling a leather cock strap around her right index finger, and a pair of translucent, white ice-silk boxers around her left index finger, smiling a twisted, smirky little smile. KK said, “Take a shower, shave, put these on. I’ll supervise.”

I almost had a spontaneous orgasm, right in the moment from the sight and sound of her command. I did as KK ordered, got in the shower, shaved my cock and balls, face, while KK sat on the “evil stool,” teasing me the entire time. I got so hard my erection was pulsating with my heart beat. When I got out of the shower and dried off, KK said, “Get it ready.”

She tossed the cock strap to me, which I donned as KK twirled the boxers on her fingertip. She commanded, “Let me inspect it.”

I stood in front of her, while KK tormented my strapped cock, a combination of fingertips brushing my engorged glans, her nails grazing, scratching my tight balls, with a few sharp thumps from her index finger, sprung from her thumb for force. It was blissful agony. She said, “Put your shorts on, we’ll wait for Andy.”

I had a hard time getting the boxers on - KK prefers them tight, with an outrageous erection like what I was sporting it was a wrestling match in a sense, but I got them on, “tidying” myself to KK’s satisfaction, expressed as, “Oh, that’s so sexy hot! Very nice dear. Now you go wait in the foyer for Andy. He should be here any minute.”

I freely admit that I was a little embarrassed, being sent off in that state, and state of dress, to go wait for a man who was going to be fucking my wife. The wait was only about five minutes, but it seemed like an eternity. My erection refused to subside, instead it was becoming a little painful, trapped by the tight silk, enhanced by the tightness of the cock strap. The bell rang, I confirmed it was Andy, standing shielded by the door, I let him in. The expression on his face was telling, he was staring at me, mouth open, wide-eyed. I said, “We better go to her before she gets annoyed… also, ‘mornin… KK says you’re taking the day off work?”

Andy’s reply was short, “Um, yeh. Day off.”

We went down the hall to join KK. She was seated on the “evil stool,” legs crossed, dangling that damn Louboutin pump, a deliberate, slutty shoe tease. KK said, “We’re going to have some fun today boys. Andy dear, did you follow the instructions I texted you?”

To my surprise, somewhat of a shock, Andy replied to her, “Yes Mistress.”

The “Yes Mistress” is another of those triggers, from a game KK and I have played many, many times. KK loves the role of domme, the “Yes Mistress” is a sort of programmed response in her script - her expectation is sort of like the military formal, “Yes, Sir,” while “No” might be the preamble, “No” isn’t really part of the game for KK. “Yes Mistress” is always the right, expected answer for KK when she’s in this particular mode and mood.

KK followed, “Good. Now undress, get in the shower. Finish cleaning yourself. I’ll supervise to make sure you do a thorough job."

KK turned to me, “You go fetch the party favors, bring us a pitcher of fresh OJ while Andy cleans up.”

I left KK sitting on her “evil stool,” then went to do her bidding. The “party favors” are KK’s euphemism for our collection of sex drugs; some pot, some X, the CBD oil, the “Melt-down" gel, her Oxytocin, the Tadalafil compound, and the TP-141 inhaler. I keep all that in a leather-covered box. I rinsed the bong and filled it with fresh water, got the OJ out of the fridge, along with three plastic tumblers. I put it all on a tray, hobbled back to the bathroom with it, my gait hampered by my intensifying erection and the tightness of the silk boxers.

When I got back to the bathroom, I nearly dropped the tray from what I was witnessing. KK was seated on her “evil stool,” facing the shower stall. She appeared to be engaged in furious masturbation, watching Andy. He was in the shower, one foot on the bench, partly bent over, supporting himself with one of the grab bars. His other hand was grasping the base of a ten-inch silicone shower enema nozzle - he had at least eight inches of it up his ass, water spraying, with force, fighting to maintain balance. I could see that his cock was hard, he was moaning, the result of cramping from the self-administered enema. The most shocking aspect of the scene was KK’s verbalization; “Do it you dirty boy. Wash that nasty ass. Clean it out. Get it clean. Don’t stop! You better make sure you’re squeaky clean, none of that nasty, dirty funk, ‘cause I’m gonna fuck your virgin ass, I don’t want that nasty butt spunk on my girl-dick!”

I avoided dropping the tray, cleared my throat to announce my presence, then placed the tray on the counter. It felt like my cock was going to rip through my boxers. KK commanded, “Look at the shower floor baby. Tell me if dirty Andy is nice and clean inside…”

My conditioning automatically kicked in, “Yes Mistress. The water’s clear.”

KK’s replied, “Good. Andy dear, you may void yourself in the shower, rinse, and get out - I’ll inspect you. We’re going to have some massage fun next.”

My pulse quickened. “Massage fun” in this context could only mean a couple of things. The anticipation and anxiety of what might be coming had my heart and head pounding. KK said, “Load the bong up baby! We’re going to get this party started.”

While I complied with KK’s command, she donned one of the purple nitrile gloves from the dispenser on the counter, squirted a generous amount of coconut oil on the index finger of her gloved hand, then seated herself. She commanded, “Andy dearest, come close, face the shower, bend over, and grab your ankles.”

Once Andy followed her command, KK unceremoniously jammed her lubricated index finger into Andy’s ass. I watched the scene, noting his wince at the violation. KK wasn’t gentle or patient, it was obvious she was taking delight from the digital intrusion and “examination” of Andy’s backdoor. Just as deliberately as she’d penetrated his ass, KK pulled her finger out, examining it. “No poo… such a good boy, all nice and clean. Now let’s take a break for some refreshments before we do you.”

“Do you…” It was becoming more obvious what KK might have on her mind, but I knew, anticipating she’d slow roll and tease before it became a certainty. KK said, you boys take your medicine, then we’ll fire that bong up. Do it!”

We both replied, “Yes Mistress,” which brought a wicked smile to my wife’s face. I distributed the weekend-warrior pills, one for each of us, poured three tumblers of OJ, handing them around. KK took her Oxytocin dose, we ceremoniously toasted the moment. The X was next, then we passed around the PT-141 inhaler. Most of the chemical magic began doing its thing over the next five to ten minutes, while we enjoyed several hits from the bong. The X takes a while to kick in, usually 30 to 45 minutes. It feels obvious when it takes effect, usually feeling of warmth, partly from an increase in body temperature, partly the neurological effect of intensifying emotion.

My cock had become so erect it was pulling the waistband of my boxers away from my belly! KK had taken a seat on her “evil stool,” a little glassy-eyed, she commanded, “You boys give me the treatment.”

I took the pump container of “Melt-down" gel from the leather box, squirted a dollop on Andy’s thumb and index finger - he started by applying it gently to KK’s exposed nipples, becoming more vigorous as the stimulation intensified, her nipples jutting out like pencil erasers from the sensation. I squirted the gel onto my thumb, index and middle finger, knelt between KK’s open legs, massaging the gel onto her labia, clit, and into her wet opening. Once the gel was massaged in, Andy and I swapped places, then we repeated the process with the CBD oil.

We passed the bong around for another cycle, after which KK commanded, “You naughty boys are going to entertain me. Do the CBD for each other - I want to watch!”

The two of us were in the moment, like automatons, “Yes Mistress.”

Andy knelt, KK handed him the bottle of CBD oil. I wrestled my cock free of the boxers, trying to take them off all the way. KK barked out, “No! Leave them on. Let him do you.”

My cock was jutting out over the waistband, which felt like it was cutting into my skin. I was so hard it was almost painful. Without any hesitancy, Andy placed several droplets of the CBD oil onto my engorged cock head, then massaged it in with his fingertips. KK looked on, licking her red lips, wide-eyed at the scene. She began fingering her clit, I alternated glances between what Andy was doing with my cock, and KK was doing to herself. I began to feel like I was on the verge of an explosive orgasm. Fortunately KK intervened, “Do him baby, just like that.”

With the waistband of the boxers caught under my balls, my cock was jutting up like a flag pole, throbbing hard, a magnificent erection on display. Andy stood, I knelt, administering the CBD oil in similar fashion. Andy wasn’t strapped up, but he was similarly erect. I placed several drops of the oil on his spongy, pink-red cock head, massaging it into the delicate skin of his glans, slowly, gently teasing his cock while KK looked on, rubbing her clit, almost salivating at the sight. She again intervened before things got out of hand, “Help Andy pee-pee baby. I want to see. He needs to pee-pee before what’s next…”

KK stepped between us, extended her hands, leading us to the toilet. She said, “Hold it for him, help him pee-pee baby. It’s so sexy!”

I took Andy’s turgid cock in my fingertips, pressing them into the ventral side of his dick, aiming his cock at the toilet. KK said, “Pee for me Andy. I wanna see you pee-pee for me!”

Andy managed to relax, allowing a stream of piss to flow - at first intermittent, starts and stops, then a steady stream. I could feel the flow against my fingertips. It took a couple of minutes for Andy’s piss to subside to just a dribble, which I helped by a little fingertip pressure and a gently shake.

KK said, “That’s enough. It’s time for Andy to get on the floor for a new experience. Baby, go get my girl-dick from the counter and bring it to me.”

KK was going to peg him! I quickly got the strap-on rig from the counter, while KK positioned Andy on the floor, on his knees and chest. Once he was positioned, KK said, “Help me baby, lube up my girl-cock, I’m going to take his little virgin rosebud.”

I helped KK get the dildo rig on, found the coconut oil, generously lubing it up from the tip to the base. KK said, “Prepare Andy’s ass for me baby. Lots of oil. I’m going to fuck him senseless.”

I donned one of the nitrile gloves, prepping Andy for what was to come. My gloved fingertips oiled, I applied more to his anus, slowly inserting a fingertip, just to the first knuckle joint. I let it rest there for a minute, as he was squirming on his knees and chest from the unusual sensation. I ramped up the penetration gradually, inserting my finger all the way inside him, continuing the effort, trying to be gentle, until I had three fingers in Andy’s ass, as he squirmed and moaned. KK finally said, “That’s enough. Get out of the way, give him to me…”

Then I watched as KK brutally, forcefully fucked Andy’s virgin ass. She was not gentle. KK’s eyes blazed, a devilish expression on her face with her hands on Andy’s hips, thrusting the strap-on in and out of his ass. Just before she stopped, I could see a thin rivulet of seminal fluid dripping from his cock onto the towel. He was moaning, a combination of bliss and agony from his first ass-fucking, the brutality and unforgiving treatment from my wife. The drugs were likely helpful, which likely made the experience more of an unusual pleasure than pure torment.

The cessation of that sordid, obscene act was only temporary - KK had pulled the strap-on dildo from Andy’s ass, her “girl cock” as she calls it, just to reposition herself - she had Andy face down, knees and chest facing the full length mirror between the end of the counter and the shower stall. KK was admiring herself in the mirror! It was pretty erotic, spectacular, as she “wagged” the ten-inches of girl-cock around, then stroked it in an obscene simulation of male masturbation, before becoming vocal, plunging it back into Andy’s ass, “Take it you dirty boy! Take it! You like it don’t you, you love me fucking your boy-pussy, you dirty, nasty, naughty boy! Look at my girl-cock in his boy-pussy! It’s so fucking hot!”

I was beginning to leak pre-cum myself. The action was entirely depraved, my wife enjoying the debauchery like some sort of demon, possessed by unearthly lust. It finally came to an end, I think because KK sensed Andy was no longer in control, as she was sternly vocalizing, “Don’t you cum you dirty fucker! No! You better not cum you naughty boy. No cumming until I say so!”

When KK pulled out of Andy’s ass, she said, “If you feel the urge to expel, you better do it in the potty! Don’t you make a mess you naughty boy…”

KK got up and swigged some OJ, followed by a bong hit. Then she chased it with another swallow of OJ, commanding, “Andy, get up and onto the massage table. Face down. Do it!”

KK seemed more emphatic, I think because the X was beginning to kick in, although Andy seemed a little slow on the move, he managed to utter, “Yes Mistress,” which pleased KK, evident by the smile on her face.

Once Andy was on the table, KK went over to the counter, rifling around in the paraphernalia arrayed there. She returned to the massage table with two of my cock rings, both fat black silicone numbers, one medium, one small. KK lubricated them with coconut oil, first placing the medium ring around the base of Andy’s cock and balls, arranging it “just so,” followed by placing the small ring over his hanging ball sack - a cruel smirk on her face, KK let the stretched ring snap as she got it on Andy’s scrotum - he winced, almost collapsing to his chest in response.

KK turned to me, that wicked smile on her face, “Now do him. Drain him dry. I’ll supervise.”

My automatic, reflexive response was a simple “Yes Mistress.”


Over the years, I’ve learned a lot about massage, both as a recipient, and a provider. I’m not certified, but I have lots of experience. One thing that’s stemmed from that experience is prostate massage. KK and I have both learned the technique, gaining lots of expertise. It’s one of the things we both enjoy performing, coaching, and teaching - especially the latter, if there’s a willing partner. It is also grand to be on the receiving end.


I prefer to perform using a massage table. It’s more comfortable for everyone involved. I usually start with some deep-tissue back and glute massage to get the recipient into a state of relaxation. In the moment, I was going to skip the foreplay massage, and take Andy into a new domain of pleasure, with KK’s help.

I use fractionated, food-grade coconut oil, sometimes called MCT for a reason. It is hypoallergenic, edible, neutral tasting, warms to skin temperature quickly, soap & water washable, best of all, it’s super-slick and lubricating.

With Andy “ringed” and in position, I started with some manual, hand stimulation to generate a moderate state of arousal. KK said, “Make him harder baby, make him throb!”

Prostate massage is much easier for the provider, more pleasurable for the recipient if he’s aroused. Arousal causes the prostate to swell slightly, making it easier to find, as well as increasing its sensitivity to touch.

I donned a pair of nitrile gloves. I spent maybe five minutes fondling Andy’s cock, balls, and pressuring his taint, a technique for external prostate stimulation. He was rock hard in my hands, and dripping pre-cum by the time I stopped.

The initial prostate massage I prefer to do with an Aneros device. It's a specialty prostate toy, providing an exquisite experience, especially for the inexperienced. I like to combine insertion and manipulation of the Aneros with manual external stimulation, including the “taint,” cock, and balls. This is also a great role for a partner to help with. KK didn’t need a cue - she joined in, taking over the job of manually manipulating Andy’s hard cock, fondling his balls, pressing his perineal area with her fingertips and thumbs. I worked the Aneros, rocking it, gently, using partial thrusts, light twists, listening to Andy moaning. He began begging, “Oh God! I want to cum! Make me cum!”

KK responded with a harsh, firm slap of Andy’s balls, “No! What did I say. No cumming unless I say! Stay silent! Don’t you beg you dirty boy!”

Andy managed a muffled, “Yes Mistress."

The last phase of the prostate massage brought Andy to a mind-blowing, ball-draining orgasm and ejaculation. For the finale, I did it manually, using the finger/digital technique rather than the Aneros. It provides a better outcome for the recipient (as well as anyone watching). The index finger works best. I started out using the “come hither” gesture, arching my index finger, pressing on Andy’s swollen prostate. Andy was moaning, then vocalizing, “Oh God! Oh fuck!”

I began alternating the “come hither” stroke with what KK calls “ringing the bell,” basically firm presses on Andy’s prostate, like pushing a doorbell button. At that point Andy’s vocalizations ceased, turning to pure guttural moans and groans. KK joined in, using her thumbs to press Andy’s taint, adding to the stimulation.

With Andy nearing the point of no return, I added a third finger motion to the mix, circling my gloved fingertip around, and over the swollen, engorged bump, then “come hither,” “ringing the bell,” and circling, in a steady cycle.

The internal, manual digital prostate massage combined with the external stimulation KK was providing left Andy spent, drained, in a state of bliss. Just before he ejaculated, KK placed her favorite little cum shot-glass under the tip of Andy’s cock. First the steady stream of seminal fluid, mostly clear began filling the vessel. Then it became milky white, seconds before Andy began to shiver and spasm, his orgasm underway, culminating in jets of cum that filled the shot-glass about half full. KK managed to rescue it as Andy was collapsing onto his belly.

KK gave him a few minutes, before rolling him onto his back. I knew what was coming next - KK spread his lips with her fingertips, then drained the shot-glass into his mouth, force-feeding him his own cum.

Throughout this whole process, my cock and balls ached, an on-again, off-again stream of pre-cum running from my throbbing, bound cock, dripping onto the cotton mat. I struggled not to cum, or to masturbate myself to orgasm.

The downside of this sort of play, if any, is that Andy was left drained. He’d be exhausted for an hour or two, with the overwhelming desire to sleep - a combined physiological and psychological reaction to the intensity of orgasmic prostate massage, the result of the absolute bliss it provides. Combined with KK’s pegging, which I later found out was his first experience, and the overt bisexual nature of the prostate massage (another first), Andy was spent.

On the other hand, I was not. I knew KK was going to be unrelenting, demanding service, she would not allow me any release until she was satisfied, whatever form it might take.

KK helped Andy by removing the cock and ball rings, then off the table, taking him to the playroom bed, allowing him to rest. KK stroked and caressed him, within minutes he was asleep. I was led to back to the bathroom. I had no idea what KK had in mind next.

My cock was so hard it was difficult to walk, the silk boxers were still pulled down, exposing my throbbing meat, digging into my skin. KK pushed me into a seated position atop the massage table, found the “Melt-down" gel, squirted a dollop onto my cock head, then massaged it in - it was exquisite agony in two forms - in a minute or so, my cock head was so sensitized I thought I might blow just from the air current in the room.

This was something we hadn’t tried before. It made sense that if the “Melt-down” gel increased KK’s sensitivity, that it might have similar effect on me. I’d not ever been consciously aware of it, probably because the gel absorbs quickly, so it likely didn’t increase my sensitivity when used on KK.

KK was doubling down, gently teasing, stroking, rubbing the slick gel on my glans, coronal ridge, and frenulum, into the meatus, deliberately tormenting me. Once the gel was absorbed, KK pulled the waist band of my boxers over my balls, putting it back into place. By that time, I’d begun dripping pre-cum again, the sensations were almost overwhelming. I was contracting my pelvic floor muscles, fighting off the urge to cum.

All that was amplified by KK’s appearance - a light sheen of sweat had formed on her tits and neck, the scent of her pussy musk, the the visible wetness, dripping from her labia, trickling down onto her stocking tops was a visual sensory overload itself. That devilish smile was still present, her eyes blazing, KK took my hand, and led me back into the playroom. She just looked so fucking hot in that outfit, a feast for the eyes and mind...

KK pointed to her queening stool, saying, “You know what to do. Now!”

My reflexive “Yes Mistress” response, my immediate assumption of the position, on my back, head between the seat cut-outs pleased KK. She took her throne, seating herself on the queening stool over my face, commanding, “Kiss my pussy!”

I spent more than 45-minutes on my back, servicing KK through four solid, shattering orgasms, two of which produced so much squirt I gagged and choked on it. When she was done, KK got off her throne, ordering, “Now go make us some lunch. I’ll wake Andy in a half hour. Make something yummy!”

I was still unsatisfied, hard, almost in pain from the erection, which KK had still not addressed, or allowed me to address. The “Melt-down" gel had me so sensitive that the friction produced by the silk boxers nearly made me cum with each step I took as I headed for the kitchen.

An hour later, the three of us had finished our late lunch. We returned to the playroom. KK was ready for another round of bong hits, she’d also brought along a bottle of Cuervo as a refreshment - we shot it straight from the bottle, passing the bong, then taking a gulp. It wasn’t long before we were buzzing from the pot and tequila. KK was still clearly in charge, issuing a command to Andy, “Take his boxers off. I want to ride his cock.”

Andy responded, “Yes Mistress,” then knelt in front of me, wrestled off my boxers, freeing me from the silk prison, a relief. KK said, “Get on the bed, on your back. Do it!”

I wasn’t moving fast enough for her, which resulted in a smart slap to my bare ass. Finally, I was in bed, positioned as she’d ordered. It was a bit awkward - KK got on the bed, still in her Louboutin heels, teetering about, unstable, a combination of the pot, booze, her spike-heeled pumps digging into the mattress topper. KK managed to squat over me, taking just my cock-head into her drenched, gaping pussy. Once I was in her, penetrating her only to my circumcision scar, KK began a subtle bouncing motion, deliberately denying me any deeper penetration. I was on the very edge of explosive ejaculation, fighting it, as she’d not given me permission to cum.

KK stopped, leaving me in agony. Her dismount was brutal, electric, to the point I almost lost control as my cock-head withdrew from her. The next moment was a shock. KK commanded, “Andy darling, I want to watch you blow my hubby. Suck his cock for me baby, suck it until he cums!”

The obligatory “Yes Mistress” preceded Andy’s move to join me on the bed. He got between my legs, then took my throbbing cock into his mouth. The sensation was overwhelming. I felt for a moment I might black out. When that sensation passed, I looked down, watching Andy licking, kissing, the wrapping his lips around my engorged glans - it was like he’d been sucking cock his whole life, enthusiastic, skillful, and uninhibited.

I was done in minutes, an intense orgasm, a flood of cum, so much he couldn’t keep it in his mouth. KK joined him, the two of them continued sucking me, licking me, sharing the cum in sticky kisses, while I writhed, begging them to stop from the sensory overload.

When they finally did stop, I was shaking, quivering, almost in tears. My whole body was electrified from the experience, from the teasing and denial that led up to that explosive moment, the grand finale of an intense orgasm in Andy’s mouth, their refusal to stop, even after I felt like my balls were drained to the point of irreversible damage.

KK moved first to release my cock strap - the sensation made me feel dizzy, a head-rush, like I might pass out, which passed quickly. KK and Andy largely ignored me for the next several minutes, as they continued making out, cum-kissing one another while I lay on my back, shaking and shivering.

We napped briefly, before KK’s phone alarm went off, set for 4:00pm. It was time to come down. Andy and I undressed KK, then the three of us spent a half-hour in the shower, washing, caressing, sharing kisses with KK. Andy departed at five, left to kill a little time before he headed home to his wife.

My evening ended after a relatively early dinner with KK, an early bed-time, which included a nice make-out session, some passionate fucking, this time with KK in a mostly submissive posture, without much demand, allowing me to satisfy my own needs, depositing a nice cum-load deep inside her. She cooed at the end, after my release, “Are you trying to make a baby in me dear?”

Of course we’re well and long past that, but her sentiment was an expression of appreciation for the deep, passionate fucking I’d given her. She closed the day out by giving me a back and shoulder massage in bed, until I drifted off to sleep. Her monolog was nice too, “Thanks for being such a good sport with Andy. It was very, very sexy to see the two of you being naughty. I like it when I get to watch two hot boys like that…”

It didn’t strike me until early Saturday morning that KK hadn’t fucked Andy during the Friday session - not counting her pegging, Andy didn’t get to use her mouth, pussy, or ass. It was an unusual outcome - I’d gotten to fuck her twice, the denial part of the session where she allowed me only shallow penetration, and our bedtime fuck. I’ve been pondering it most of the day, even as I wrote all about our depraved adventure.

By mid-day Saturday, Andy was texting KK every ten to fifteen minutes, begging her to get together. After several texts, he called KK from his garage, having snuck off to avoid his wife - he wanted to “do it all again.” KK had him on speaker phone, so I was able to listen in on both sides of the conversation. Andy told KK it was the best, hottest cum he’d ever had. Skillfully administered prostate massage has that sort of addictive impact. Andy asked KK if she liked watching him suck “hubby’s cock,” KK’s response was “Oh yeah! You’ll suck it some more for me, won’t you baby? I want to watch him cum on your face next time.”

The conversation came to an abrupt end, when Andy’s wife found him in the garage. It will definitely be interesting to see what path this takes. KK has definitely got Andy “by the balls” literally and figuratively.

[airhorn]

Well, that was stunningly hot.

[Master_Dan]

Amazing. Thanks for the time you spent sharing that story, and what a woman!

[6inches]

That was a awsome story!!! Do you 3 have room for one more. I love anal, and prostate massage!!!!

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