Humiliation of an ex-Nazi submissive 104: Three hearts, and two sisters’ asses, beat as one

Raylene made a little noise: “nn”, nasal, falling in two notes. I took it that she was disappointed that Lynette hadn’t turned up, not fearful because she was about to be caned. But she dropped her hips, seeking firmer contact with my fingers in her cunt and my palm under her. She was taking consolation of a kind, and demanding that there be more consolation to come. 

How I imagined Raylene and Lynette. The state of Lynette's ass was wishful thinking on my part. So was my possible presence, which depended on Lynette's attitude. So that's Schroedinger's Penis at lower right: it may or may not actually be there.

How I imagined Raylene and Lynette. The state of Lynette’s ass was wishful thinking on my part. So was my possible presence, which depended on Lynette’s attitude. So that’s Schroedinger’s Penis at lower right: it may or may not actually be there.

But consolation should come later. I took my fingers out of her and smacked her bottom wetly. I said, “We’ll still try.” Meaning we’d try to get Lynette into the same bed as Raylene. Even, I thought nobly,  if I wasn’t in that bed too. Maybe that was too noble. I wiped my fingers dry on her t-shirt, so she could feel me being ungallant

In the meantime, she was going to feel what the cane was like, which she seemed to be looking forward to. And there was me, urgently needing to fuck her as soon as Dorabella had left us. I knew that was consolation too. I trusted her need and want for me, even if a day and a night with Lynette and me might be better still. 

Anyway, it was time. Hardship leads to the stars, Raylene’s old school used to tell her. In Latin, so they must’ve meant it. Still, the hardship had to come first. “Get that ass up, girl. And keep it there.”

Raylene complied, still spectacularly, the backs of her thighs stretched and straight. “Yes, master.” Her voice was cheerful again. 

“And keep still. You don’t get up till I tell you you can. That’s an order. And what happens if you disobey an order?”

“Fif. Fucking hell, Jaime. Master! Fifty-two strokes. So…” 

“That’s right. So you’ll stay in position.”

For some reason Raylene seemed to relax. This wasn’t familiar ground yet, but at least there was certainty. I raised the cane. Dorabella stepped back, stumbling on one of Raylene’s shoes. “Come round to my left side, Dorabella. I don’t want to catch you with the cane. Accidentally.”

My brain on vasopressin. (A male arousal hormone. Noted for its brain-fuck capacity.)

My brain on vasopressin. (Vasopressin is a key male arousal hormone, noted for its capacity to reduce blood flow to the brain. My brain, anyway.)

I hadn’t put any stress on  accidentally, but Dorabella blushed again. She crossed behind me and stood close on my left side, almost touching. I breathed out, shakily. I’d imagined, for less than a second, the other threesome. Dorabella naked and splayed beside Raylene, the two girls well-striped across their asses and upper thighs, holding hands and waiting for my cock. That vision had seemed immensely real, vibrantly coloured, and powerful.

I shook my head. 

 

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