A new perspective, and a new tradition

Earlier that week.

Sam paced back and forth while butt ass naked in the bedroom.

“How the hell do I even break in a new ****?”

Well, “butt ass naked” was probably not the most correct term. She had dark straps of tight leather running over her body, covering absolutely nothing, and forming an inverted pentagram over her small, exposed breasts. Her black stockings made a soft noise with every step she took as she continued to talk.

“I did it with you, right? So it shouldn’t be that hard. Am I talking too fast? I did try and fail with that guy yesterday. I guess failure means that I’m learning from my mistakes? That means it should work this time, right?”

Pete quietly sighed to himself. He was, in fact, butt ass naked, safe from his ever present leather choker, which, for one of the very few times in his new life, no longer dissonated with his clothing style or his surroundings. Sam’s self proclaimed boyfriend stepped forward, put a hand on her shoulder to stop her incessant pacing and her monologue, and then reassured her in a calming tone:

“Babe, you’re going to do just fine. Hell, she is probably even more nervous than you right now.”

“How can you possibly know that? I’m in shambles over here, Pete!”

“You look just fine.” Pete couldn’t help but smile as he tucked a couple strands of her styled bangs behind her ear. “And you will do just fine. Not just because you did earn more experience through failures, but also because you have me with you tonight.”

Pete couldn’t help himself as he checked out his girlfriend’s figure in the bedroom’s low light. Sam wasn’t in the habit of wearing revealing clothing, a choice Pete could not fathom, so these opportunities to see her displaying her body were a rare sight for him. Despite not wanting to show it off, Sam took remarkable care of her body, leading to a fit and perky appearance. She also liked to do jogs and tracks in her free time, a byproduct of all the racing she had done for her college scholarship, so the woman’s lower half was all tight and compact muscle, something Pete took great pleasure in kneading, caressing, and worshiping whenever she asked him to.

Tonight, however, was different. Sam was clad in what she had hoped would be a good representation of BDSM attire. And Pete had been asked to be completely naked, all the while they waited for her to arrive. Just as Sam’s nerves were starting to make her pace again, the couple heard a knock on the bedroom door. Sam took a deep breath, straightened her glasses, and, with a confidence she had not shown a mere 5 minutes prior, said:

“You may enter.”

The door slowly opened to reveal a woman who was clearly a lot more nervous than either of the pair inside the bedroom. She was an asian girl with a fair skin so smooth it had to have been taken care of religiously. She had long, straight black hair, and breasts so big and soft looking that both of the people in the room couldn’t help but stare at them for a few seconds. Her outfit only encouraged that behaviour: she wore nothing but a thin golden bikini adorned with golden chains that cascaded down her soft curves (Sam had been adamant that it looked like, but ultimately WAS NOT a “Leia” bikini). The chains all converged back to an equally golden, delicate necklace spotting a glistening emerald gem that contrasted with her pale skin beautifully. Her hands fidgeted as they tried to cover her bountiful cleavage from the pair and she stood near the entrance, silent.

Sam took a few confident steps towards the new arrival. And now, it was the asian girl’s turn to stare at the confident naked woman walking in her direction.

“...what did you say? I wasn’t listening.” the asian girl whispered in a shy tone.

“I said my eyes are up here.” Sam put a finger under the girl’s chin and gently lifted her head until their eyes met. It was hard to see details in the dark room, but Sam clearly saw the pale girl’s skin become redder. “And to introduce yourself to my other **** over there.”

Sam’s thumb guided the girl’s head until she was looking at Pete. And then was immediately staring at his dick in half mast.

“H-Hi, my name is Yukiko.”

Pete waved at the awkward girl.

“His eyes are up there too, but that doesn’t matter as much.”

“...what?”

“Aww, look at her, Pete. Isn’t she so cute when she gets flustered?”

“She sure is, mistress.” He smirked at Yukiko, but the girl was already staring at Sam again.

“Now, little Yukiko, you know why you are here, yes?” Sam asked the girl.

“I, well… you said you wanted to welcome me into your… harem.” The last word barely came out of her mouth, Sam only heard it because they were so close. “But I don’t know why you would want that, since I’m not that pretty and also not into girls.”

Sam tucked a few strands of hair behind Yukiko’s ear and the girl let out an involuntary whimper. Sam raised an eyebrow at her and Yukiko looked down.

“Ok, maybe I lied, maybe I am into girls too.” A tiny smile spread itself across the asian girl’s lips as she raised her head once more. But her eyes didn’t reach Sam’s face, stopping at her small breasts. “I never said this outloud to anyone before. It feels nice.”

“Well, it’s good for you to know that you’re accepted here and whatever, but that’s not exactly what I’m about to do to you today.” Sam said, trying her best to appear nonchalant despite her nervousness.

“Thank you… wait, what?” Yukiko said absentmindedly, still transfixed by her new girlfriend’s perky breasts.

“First of all, from now on, you will call me ‘mistress.’”

“Yes… mistress.” Yukiko said the word tentatively, savoring its taste for the first time.

“Good girl.” Sam smirked. The smile on Yukiko’s face grew wider. “And now, what I am actually going to do, is break you in.”

“Wait, what?!” This actually awoke the girl from her reverie and she snapped her eyes up to look at Sam’s.

“Why, you told me earlier that you didn’t have much sexual experience before meeting me, correct?”

“I, well,” she looked back and forth between Sam and Pete, growing nervous all over again. “I did have a boyfriend in highschool, and we did the deed. But my parents don't know that, and he broke up with me after he went to college in another state.”

“Shhh…” Sam cupped her cheek. Yukiko leaned onto her touch. “There is no need for shame here. We already accept you as you are, simply give yourself to me.”

“Yes, mistress.” Yukiko savored the word again, with more warmth this time. She put a hand over Sam’s on her cheek and rested her other hand on her mistress’ waist.

“And now, I am going to give you a little treat.” Sam said, confidence and domination dripping from her words.

“What is it, mistress?” Yukiko asked tenderly.

“I am going to break you into my harem.”

“Right. You did say that.” Doubt crept into Yukiko’s voice again. Sam leaned in and whispered into the girl’s ear, making every piece of fear and doubt vanish.

“You belong to me now. And I will treat you however I want.”

“Yes… whatever you want…” Yukiko whispered back. “Whatever makes you feel good…”

“You’re picking up on it quickly. Good girl.” Sam praised her. She leaned back and smiled at her newest girlfriend, or ****, as she called them in her own head. Her smile was one of satisfaction, happy to see her will obeyed so fast. Yukiko smiled too, yet her smile was one of serene tranquility, having arrived at the realization that giving up control made her more relaxed. “Now, what would make me feel good, at least at first, was if I were to watch.”

“Watch…?” Yukiko murmured, still groggy from the display of dominance.

Pete, however, already knew how his girlfriend wanted this all to play out. At her signal, he moved a comfortable, but heavy, armchair right next to the bed. Sam sat in the chair with one of her stocking-clad feet raised and propped up against the mattress, giving everyone in the room a clear view of her pussy. As for Pete himself, he laid down on the bed facing Sam. His erection, born from the fantastic view before him, as well as the previous show of domination, made the process a bit more complicated than it needed to be, so he lay on his side, propping his head up with his hand. Sam directed a satisfied smile towards him before once again looking at Yukiko with authority.

“Lay beside him.” She commanded.

The asian girl, not really knowing where this was going, tentatively did as her girlfriend instructed. She felt keenly aware of the warm body of a man next to her, of the room’s cold air brushing against her semi naked body, scantily clad butt pointing up. The asian girl was infinitely more aware, however, of the feet digging into the mattress for support right next to her, of the black silk stocking covering it, of the allure it provoked, of the smooth, toned leg rising up and connecting to a glistening pussy that displayed itself with confidence and dominance for all to see.

Yukiko ran her tongue over her lips before she even realized what she was doing, not to mention what she was thinking. As soon as she did, though, she brought her hands over her mouth, catching herself in surprise. The sudden move also propped the asian up a few inches above the bed, giving Sam a great view of her dangling cleavage.

“Enjoying the view? I know I am.” The blonde chuckled with a sadistic smile, enjoying the girl’s cute and shameful look.

Yukiko raised her eyes to meet her girlfriend’s, no, her mistress’s, only to stop midway through her chest. No, she was not staring at her girlfriend’s small and perky pair of breasts, but at her hands, which were slowly and meticulously unwrapping a thin chain she had retrieved from somewhere. Sam unfolded the entire object, threw one of its ends in the direction of Yukiko, and briskly ordered:

“Put it on.”

Yukiko looked down at the tip of the chain offered to her. It had a connecting end similar to a dog’s leash. She grabbed it with hesitation, briefly looked at the domineering leg towering over her and at the glistening pussy only a few inches ahead. An impulse told her to reach forward and kiss, or lick, either the leg or the pussy, but she held herself. She realized she shouldn’t do that without the consent of her new girlfriend. Her new mistress. Instead, she managed to tug her gaze away and direct a questioning look to Sam and to Pete. Surprisingly, this time it was him that answered her.

“I’ve done this before, too. It’s kind of like a Sam tradition at this point. Trust me, you’re gonna love it.” His tone was surprisingly calming despite the erotic edge of the unusual situation they both found themselves in. That calm in his gaze was what propelled Yukiko to keep going. And, if she was honest with herself, the immense wetness that had built between her legs and no one else had noticed yet. But she wasn’t, and yet it still did.

Regardless of her reasons, Yukiko took the end of the leash that had been offered to her and quickly attached it to her chain necklace. Fast enough that she didn’t have time to think about it.

“Good girl.” Sam cooed and caressed the girl’s cheek with her free hand. Yukiko leaned in, but when Sam retracted her hand, she leaned in even more and ended up smashing her face against her mistress’ feet. Feeling a whirlwind of emotions she could no longer name, the asian girl discarded all thought and began kissing and licking the feet. The distinct taste and smooth feel of the silk covering the pale skin only added to the asian girl’s cocktail of sensations.

“Stop.” Her chain was yanked. “You will only do that when I tell you, where I tell you, understand?” Sam remarked. Poise and confidence dripping from her voice, and yet a commanding threat was noticeably left hanging in the air. Yukiko and Pete shivered as they heard her tone.

“Yes, mistress.” Yukiko said, promptly.

“Good girl.” This time the compliment was short and sweet, with no additional gestures towards her servant. But she didn’t need to, Yukiko was enraptured by her voice. “Pete, get on top of her. Fuck her from behind.”

“Yes, mistress.” Pete sprung into action, having been anticipating his mistress's request. He propped himself up by his knees and forearms, each pair on either side of Yukiko, flaking her prone body and standing above her on all fours. Sam began rolling her end of the chain around her hand and pulling it taught, pulling on Yukiko’s necklace and forcing her head to look up. Pete quickly lowered his head next to the asian girl’s ear and asked her a simple question. “Are you ready for this?”

She moaned a very loud and needy “Yeeees!”

“Ohoho! Getting a girl to moan before you even enter her, that’s gotta be a new record, Pete.” Sam remarked, clearly amused by Yukiko’s reaction. With the hand that held the chain, she cupped the younger girl’s chin, keeping her head up while making sure she didn’t come any closer. Her free hand began doing circles around her clit.

“Don’t be modest, you deserve most of the credit here, mistress.” Pete answered her. He adjusted himself so he could move Yukiko’s bikini bottom out of the way, and align his penis with her entrance. As he did, he couldn’t help but notice her wetness, the bottom piece all but soaked, making his fingers slip. He gave his mistress a knowing smirk and prepared to get into position.

Sam leaned back on the chair, letting go of Yukiko’s chin, but still holding up the leash so her new ****’s head would still be raised up, eyes locked with hers. And she liked what she saw, ****, pleading, submissive eyes begging her for release. Her finger circling her clit moved even faster, her pussy leaked even more, staining the chair. She let out a satisfied sigh that soon morphed into a moan.

“Please, mistress. I’m… I’m…” Yukiko pleaded once she saw how turned on her mistress was.

“You are what? Needy? ****? Beg me for release as Pete fucks you and only then will I consider letting you cum.”

Yukiko was so overwhelmed she could only nod.

“Beg to your mistress!” Sam commanded.

“Yes, mistress! Please, mistress, I w— ahnn!” The asian girl closed her eyes shut when Pete entered her. She had gone so long without a dick inside of her that, on top of everything else she was already feeling, his entrance was the final straw that short circuited her brain. She felt a tug on the chain and **** herself to open her eyes. Her girlfriend, her mistress, looked down on her with a look of desire. The beautiful blonde bit her lip to contain a moan, and raised an eyebrow. Yukiko wanted to follow her orders, but, being too overwhelmed to form any coherent sentences, all she could do was repeat a single word over and over:

“Please! Please! Please! Please!”

Her mindless chanting synched with the rhythmic sound of Pete’s thrusting.

Fap. Fap. Fap. Fap.

“Please! Please! Please! Please!”

Sam felt light as a feather, her body swimming in pleasure. Her hand worked tirelessly on her clit and in her pussy. Her juices leaked on the chair’s seat. Her toes curled into the mattress and over the carpet, her smooth stockings adding to the feeling. Her hand that held Yukiko’s leash grasped it so tight it left imprints on her skin.

“You two, kiss! Now!” Sam demanded.

She yanked on Yukiko’s chain, pulling her head up in Pete’s direction and he dove down to meet her. Their kiss was feral and intense, no semblance of rational thought running in their heads, just a deep desire to obey their love, their mistress. Sam looked at their primal kiss and licked her own lips. She lowered her eyes and focused on Yukiko’s tits swinging wildly from the rough fucking she was getting. The girl’s pleading had stopped, but Sam could still hear it through the rhythm of their hips colliding, the rhythm of her tits swinging, the rhythm of her own raspy breath.

Please, mistress! Please, mistress! Please, mistress! Please, mistress!

She couldn’t take it anymore, the blonde came, looking at her slaves fucking, kissing, under her orders, under her command. Hers, they were hers, their love, their devotion, they were all hers. Her body relaxed all at once with a big cry of pleasure. The chain, dropped to the ground, abandoned. But it did not matter, for her slaves kept going, under their mistress’s orders, fucking deep into the night.