Nice ass. Mind if I use it?

They head for a fancy hotel room uptown, not quite as nice as the suite they're staying in, but good nonetheless. Nick has dressed in a business suit, dark, the outfit designed to look like he belongs here without drawing attention. Tommy's gone all out, spent over an hour doing hair and make-up, covering her "work" clothes with a long black leather coat, so only the buckles and straps on her thigh-high boots are showing. She's gone with deep red for lipstick, frosted her hair so it looks slightly spikey and blue-white, almost anime-girl level. Over her shoulder, she has a large tote bag with all her "tools" in it; Nick has no idea what all it holds, but he knows she's pretty excited by whatever she's brought along. He did see the handle of a riding crop, and she dropped some lube into the bag, so he's interested to see where this will go.

"So Dominic is an old friend of Mistress May's," Tommy tells him in the car on the way over. It's a Ford Fiesta; she talked him into buying their own car a few weeks back, tired of the constant barrage of taxi rides. "She's certified he's clean, and he's into- well, girls like me." She blushes. "He's going to want to get off, but Mistress said it's up to me how that happens. He's very bi, and very submissive. He likes to be used and abused, according to Mistress."

Nick glances down toward her lap, noticing her stiffness. "Guess he may not be the only one who wants to get off." He smiles.

She smiles back, mildly embarrassed. "It IS kinda hot knowing I'm about to make some rich guy do whatever I want him to."

"Oh, really?" Nick says, tone mock-serious. "Is that what you like about being with me?"

Tommy giggles. "No, with you it's all about getting pounded into a quivering sloppy mess whenever we're alone for more than five minutes."

"And frequently when we're not alone, too," he agrees. She laughs out loud, then turns in her seat to look at him.

"This really is seriously okay with you, right, baby?" He can hear concern in her voice.

He lays it to rest, smiling at her as he pulls into the hotel's parking garage and looks for a space. "Honey, we have fucked several other people since we've met. We have a submissive girlfriend and what is shaping up to be a very dominant lesbian second girlfriend. Honestly, watching you do whatever the Hell it is you're going to do will be a treat."

"What are my limits? I mean, what would piss you off or hurt you or-"

He parks, and turns to face her. "If you are having fun, and you are safe, and we are still together, then there isn't a damn thing you might do that would bother me." He leans in, kissing her, tasting bubblegum and candy, smelling her perfume, cinnamon and flowers. She leans in close, holding him, eyes closed, the two of them just breathing in the moment. Then, after a full minute, she sits back, checks herself in the mirror, reapplies some lipstick, and they get out and head into the hotel.

Dominic's room is on the twelfth floor; when they reach the door, Tommy stops again, takes a deep breath, steadies her nerves. He can hear her whisper "dominant, silly bitch," to herself, then she squares off on the door, assumes a haughty pose, and pounds on the door with her fist, twice, hard.

They hear the latch on the door, Nick marking the peephole graying out for a second as someone looks at them. The door swings open wide, a tanned athletic man of about thirty standing in front of them. He's dressed in slacks and a button-down shirt, a highball glass in his left hand as he opens his mouth to say something. "Don't make me wait again," she hisses, pushing past him into the room as if she owns the place. The man stands there for a second, shocked, but Nick sees the familiar flush of arrousal, the nostril flare, the pupil dilation. Almost like he's on a mission, Nick slides into scan, picking up details here and there around the room as he steps by the man also.

"I didn't ask for a threesome," the man begins, then stops talking as Tommy spins on him, hand on her hip.

"Did I fucking ask you what you wanted?" She's been practicing that voice, and it sells; it comes out harsh, drill-instructor command, and it works, too. Dominic shuts his mouth, unconsciously straightening up. Nick's impressed; in less than thirty seconds, his girlfriend has taken absolute control of the place. He stands near the desk, watches her walk purposefully around the room, inspecting everything. She picks up an ashtray from the end table, looks at the trace of ash in the base. "I hate smoking, it's a nasty habit." Tommy spins back to eyeball Dominic, who is still standing in the hall by the door. "Did you have a cigarette before I came over?"

Dominic nods, about to speak, but she crosses to him and grabs him by the chin, roughly. Leaning in and pulling him down to her level, she sniffs his breath, and frowns. Pushing him away, she shakes her head. "Go brush your teeth and use some mouthwash, pig," she commands. "IF I let your mouth anywhere near me tonight, I don't want to have to smell like cancer sticks afterward."

"Yes, ma'am," Dominic says, hurriedly placing his drink on the nightstand by the large California-king bed. He spins in place, slips past Nick with a slight sideways glance, and almost runs into the bathroom. They hear water running, an electric toothbrush, cabinets opening and closing. Tommy looks around, then points to a nearby chair by the far side of the room; her expression makes it a question, and he smiles at her, moves over, and sits, crossing his legs and trying hard to give off the dangerous vibe she wants. Truth be told, he knows with his scars and the man's nervousness about him being here, he won't have to work it very hard. As for Tommy, she places the bag on the table, then drops her leather coat over the arm of the other chair. Now he can see her, he feels his cock go rigid, his eyes slipping up from her long black buckle-boots, to the garter belt straps which curve along her soft thighs, the black lace panties which don't conceal her own erection, the tight corset giving her the illusion of tiny breasts, the long black gloves. She's pulled the crop from the bag, and she's holding it in her hand the way he's seen May do it; suddenly, he wants to fuck her so bad he almost can't breathe.

It's obviously having the same effect on Dominic, who has come out of the bathroom teeth freshly brushed and face freshly shaved and washed as well. The second the sub sees Tommy sitting on the bed, her long legs out in front of her, the crop tapping impatiently on her heel, he's hooked. He steps forward quickly to take his place in front of her, back to Nick. Tommy looks up at him, then yawns as if she's bored. "You're not impressing me so far, Dominic," she growls, almost a purr.

"I'm sorry, Mistress," Dominic answers quickly, lowering his head to look at the floor and the boots.

"What's your safeword?" she demands, impatiently.

"Goldenrod," he mutters, forgetting to call her Mistress. She doesn't let him get by with it; reaching out, she grabs his earlobe, like a teacher scolding a naughty schoolboy, twisting it and making him yelp. "Mistress!" he adds quickly. He can't help but glance back nervously toward Nick, who stares at him menacingly.

Tommy smacks his hand with the crop, and he jumps, his eyes shooting back to her. "Why are you looking at my bodyguard?" She cocks her head sideways, stares at him as if he's something nasty stuck to her shoe. "You want HIM to teach you something?"

There's the slightest pause, then Dominic shakes his head. "No, Mistress." It's a lie, and both Tommy and Nick pick up on it. Tommy files that for later; she lifts the crop and taps Dominic on the side of the face, gently.

"Turn around and let me see what you have to work with, bitch." Dominic obediently turns in place like a model, slowly, giving Tommy time to inspect him. She makes some chiding clicks and sighs, pushing him here and there with the crop as she plays up her disappointment. Nick can see, as Dominic turns to face him, the sub's cock is rock hard and uncomfortable inside his slacks. He also catches Dominic's gaze dropping just enough to gaze at Nick's own hard-on, which is just as obvious. Then Dominic has completed the turn, and Tommy shakes her head. "May said you were a good boy, but I'm just not getting it."

"I'm sorry, Mistress," Dominic murmurs, hands at his side. As Tommy stands up, he continues, almost a plea. "I can be a very good boy, really."

Tommy is slipping around behind him, and she leans in, her scarlet lips brushing Dominic's earlobe. "You'd better be, bitch," she grunts, then bites him on the neck. He jumps, and the crop smacks him on the side of the thigh; the slacks absorb most of the blow, and Tommy decides to remedy that. "Open your mouth," she orders. As soon as Dominic does, she reaches around him, places the crop shaft in his mouth. "Hold this, bitch. Don't drop it."

Dominic clamps his teeth shut hard, then jerks in surprise as Tommy runs her hands up and around, first caressing his ass, then up over his belly until she's almost hugging him from behind. Nick can tell Dominic can feel Tommy's cock against his bottom; the man shivers, but holds still. Tommy grips his shirt, then, in one fierce move, tears it open, buttons firing off the front and into the corners of the room. It makes Dominic jerk again; Nick sees his face reflected in the mirror over the desk, sees Dominic's eyelids flutter, sees the man's hands, clenching and unclenching. Tommy slides her hands along his chest; he's tanned and there's no spare fat on him, a swimmer or long-distance runner's body. His nipples are stiff, and she takes on in her fingers, pinching it hard enough to make Dominic wince. But he doesn't make a sound. Nick catches a look of longing on his face; when Tommy moves her hands down toward his belt, she digs her nails in just enough to scratch painfully, leaving reddening welts on Dominic's belly. She undoes his belt, then roughly tugs his pants and underwear to the floor, his cock springing up, stiff and ready for action. Even his ass is tanned, the cheeks taut and muscled; Tommy steps back and inspects the naked sub from behind. She doesn't make a sound, just stands there, leaving him naked and exposed, letting him stew. In the mirror, Nick can see Dominic's face is beet-red, and he's having trouble controlling his breathing.

Tommy suddenly grabs the crop and tears it from his mouth, steps back to the bed, and sits in front of Dominic, her face just even with his erection. She flicks the tip of his cock, hard, and he winces, then gasps as she grabs his cock in her hand and squeezes. "Look how hard you are, bitch." She smiles evilly, shakes her head. "And you act like you're bothered by my bodyguard being here." She leans in, spits on the tip of his cock, then begins to jack him, not being gentle, chafing him and coaxing him at the same time. "I think you're really liking the idea your tight little ass is on display for him. Aren't you, bitch?"

"Yes, Mistress," Dominic answers, a slight moan escaping his lips. He's trying to hold on.

"You think you're man enough for him to be interested in letting you ride his cock?" Tommy sneers, then stops her tugging and lets go of his cock. "Don't you dare spill your disgusting cum on my nice new boots, you slut."

"N-no, Mistress," Dominic responds, the tone clearly revealing just how badly he'd like to do exactly that.

"You cum when I say so, pig," Tommy barks. She stands up again, steps to Dominic's side. "Bend over, bitch, and show us what a slut you are."

"Yessss, Mistress," Dominic moans, bending forward to place his hands on the bedspread. Immediately, Tommy lets him have it with the crop, three quick slaps, whack-whack-whack, alternating between his ass cheeks. Despite himself, Dominic yelps.

"Are you fucking stupid?" Tommy hisses. "When I tell you to bend over and show your fuckhole, I want you all the way over." She grabs him by the back of the neck and shoves him farther forward so that he almost falls onto the bed, his forearms now supporting his weight, his bottom sticking up obscenely, his feet slightly apart, the brown crinkle of his asshole visible.

She reaches over to the bag, and pulls out a large wooden paddle, lets Dominic see it, then brushes it gently across his exposed ass. Reaching around him again, she holds it in front of his face. "Kiss it, bitch."

Dominic kisses the deep brown wood as if he was kissing an old lover; it's intimate, sensual. "Count them off, bitch," Tommy orders as she takes up position behind him. "And, if you miss one, we will start over."

"Yessss, Mistress," Dominic whispers, just loud enough to be heard. Tommy glances back at Nick and smiles. They both know that tone from their playtime with Pet, subspace; Dominic is right where she wants him, and right where he wants to be as well.

She begins light, building. It's a virtuoso performance, each stroke exactly where it will be most effective. Nick almost gets lost in it as he watches her work this handsome young man toward orgasm, each hit louder and rougher than the last. Dominic loses count twice, his brain so fogged up with lust and pain and desire and need that he's rapidly running out of brainpower. Nick can see he's pushing his ass up higher, seeking out the paddle, silently begging Tommy to hit him. There are tears in his eyes, ragged gasps after each strike. Every once in a while, Tommy switches it up, using the crop, teasing his thighs, "slipping" and brushing his cock and balls. She finds out he loves his nipples being played with, and soon he's got two clamps on them, the skin stiff and red with trapped blood. Finally, she steps back from him, reviews her work. His ass is bright red, welted and swollen; he won't be able to sit without pain for a while. His pre-cum is dripping freely from the tip of his cock, and she goes back to the bag, pulling both a bottle of lube and an elastic band out. She looks back toward Nick, gets close enough to whisper to him without Dominic hearing her. "I think he would really enjoy being double-teamed," she says, touching Nick's zipper. They look at each other, and he nods; she quickly unzips his pants and pulls his aching hard cock out so it juts up in the air obscenely. Nick can see Dominic is straining to see if he can get a glance in the mirror at what's going on behind him.

Tommy walks back around in front of him, drops the lube on the bed in front of Dominic. She sits down, reaching under hom as if she was going to milk a cow, and deftly slips the elastic band around his shaft so he can't cum. "There," she laughs. "That should prevent my little piggie from having any nasty accidents. Are you a good little piggie?"

"Yes, Mistress," Dominic moans, not even bothering to conceal his lust. He's too far gone to think now, and Tommy knows it. She leans back on the bed, spreads her thighs, one leg on either side of Dominic.

"You've almost been acceptable as a ****, bitch," Tommy states, her voice clinical. "I'm going to give you a chance to show me what a good piggie you can be." She reaches up, hand gripping Dominic's hair, pulling him down toward her crotch. With her other hand, she pulls her panties down, letting him see her cock. Licking his lips, Dominic gazes at her shaft as if hypnotized. "Well?" she demands. "What the fuck are you waiting for?"

"Please, Mistress, may I suck your cock?" He's shaking, licking his lips. Without a word, she pulls him the rest of the way down.

There's nothing gentle or nice about what happens next. Tommy fucks his mouth, shoving him down on her cock until he gasps and coughs, spit slopping out of his mouth, sticky long strands of his saliva hanging off his chin as he fights to deep throat her. Nick's cock is throbbing in the air, watching as his girlfriend's eyes close, her hand forcing Dominic down onto her cock, fucking his throat, working herself toward her climax. Almost without meaning to, Tommy groans, whispers a curse, picks up speed. Dominic's throat is tight and hot, his slurping tongue and lips coaxing her. With a sudden grunt of pleasure, Tommy bucks upward into him, her body shuddering as she explodes, dumping her load straight down Dominic's throat. Nick can see the sub's cock and balls twitching, his orgasm ruined as the cum gets held back by the elastic. Dominic doesn't stop, sucking at Tommy's cock, trying to devour every drop of her cream. Despite herself, she falls backward, still holding his head down on her cock until every last drop of her come is drained.

"Good little piggie," she moans, ruffling her hand in his hair in approval. Dominic's mouth comes off her shaft with an audible pop; his lips are glistening with cum, his chin soaked, and he looks up at her with a look of total devotion on his face. Tommy slides her foot forward, the tip of her boot moving up to press gently on Dominic's dangling balls. He groans in both pain and pleasure. "All right, piggie might not be totally useless." She sits back up, recovering, shoving him away from her. "Does piggie want to cum now?"

"Yes, please, Mistress," Dominic whimpers, ****.

"Well, you'd better turn around and get to it, then, piggie," Tommy barks, then makes another show of yawning. She can see Dominic's face, confused, and he stands and turns, then freezes. His eyes lock on Nick's erection, his skin shining with sweat. Without waiting for him to adjust, Tommy stands up abruptly behind him, pushing her boot into the back of his knee, forcing him to drop to the floor between Nick's legs. Bending down, she slides behind Dominic and leans in close. "Hurry up, piggie, that cock's not going to suck itself," she hisses, her fingers brushing down the crack of his ass, rubbing lube against his tight bottom, pulling him into position so he's perfectly placed between them both. Hungrily, Dominic does what he's told, this time circling his hand around Nick's cock, tugging at him, opening wide to take Nick into his mouth. The blowjob is hot and sticky, hungry, and Nick stiffens in the chair as Dominic succeeds in taking Nick's entire length into his throat. The sub jerks, his eyes rolling back in his head as Tommy shoves forward, entering his ass, beginning to fuck him hard and fast in time with his tugs on Nick's cock. Grabbing his shoulder, Tommy forces Dominic to do exactly what she wants, yanking him back onto her cock and slapping his ass as she fucks him. Nick grabs his head, begins to grunt at each seductive moan escaping Dominic's mouth around Nick's throbbing rod. He looks up to catch Tommy's eyes; she's already getting close again, each thrust making her buck forward into Dominic's tightness. She leans forward, reaches under Dominic, tugs the elastic band off his cock. Just as Nick loses control and pops, Tommy slams forward hard, grinding against Dominic's ass, filling him with her heat. Between them, Dominic lets go of Nick's cock, cum spilling out onto Nick's shaft as Dominic cries out, pushing back hard as his own orgasm hits. He pumps out a huge load, streams of his white milk splattering against Nick's pantsleg and the bottom of the chair.