Submissive Sex Slave Chapter 3: Roberta

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I had watched Scarlet walk up the stairs to Steve.  A small part of my had felt a little jealous.  I used to be the one, the one that he had taken for dinner, showered with gifts of perfume and French underwear, and then, been sweetly and deliciously fucked.  I had always known it would not last.  Nothing ever lasted with Steve.  He had issues, commitment issues, and I had known that from the very beginning.

When I had first met Steve he had been clear.  ‘This is a business arrangement, Roberta.  You have a magnificent body.  I want it.  In return I will pay you.  You do things for me and I will do things for you.  This can work for both of us.’

It had worked for both of us.  Until Steve had found someone else.  I was okay with that.  He had looked after me, as he had promised.  And now, I was not unhappy working for him.  I could still see him daily.  I could still serve him. And sometimes, I could serve him and the woman of the moment.  The woman who right now, was Scarlet.

She was rather gorgeous, I thought.  I could picture myself fucking her too.  I knew I should have been putting the drinks away, or helping Mia in the kitchen, but watching Scarlet walk up those steps had made me feel so damn horny.  She was hot.

I put the champagne down and  lifted my dress over my hips.  I felt myself, my fingers in my panties.  I was wet.  It took only a few seconds  to get myself really excited and I came very quickly.  I licked my fingers, thinking that I just wanted to carry on.  But I knew I had work to do.  Steve had given me instructions and I had to obey them. He was paying me after all.  We had a contract.

I pulled my dress down, squeezing my legs together and then walked up the stairs, leaning against the door to see if I could hear anything.  It was quiet.  I knocked.  Nothing.  And so I knocked again.

Steve’s voice. 

‘Enter.’

I walked in.  They were in bed.  Scarlet covered herself quickly, pulling the satin sheet up and over her. I could see the outline of her body.  I could see her nipples through the satin.  I could smell her.  I could smell both of them; the fabulous and delicious heady smell of sex.

Steve lay there, naked, erect, throbbing, magnificent. Not hiding away.  There was no covering up for Steve.  He turned to look at Scarlet, touched her gently and then explained to her:

‘Roberta is going to undress, Scarlet.  You are going to watch what I do to her.  And then, you are going to tell me if you want me to do it to you.’

Scarlet sat up, still clutching the sheet around her.  ‘I am not sure, I…’

‘I am not going to do anything to you dear Scarlet.  Unless you ask me to.  Okay?’

I did as Steve asked.  I very slowly peeled off my gloves.  I pulled down my stockings.  Unbuttoned my dress.  Dropped it to the floor. I stood there in my bra and panties – my very beautiful bra and panties. They had been a present from Steve.

To my surprise it was Scarlet who said:

‘Roberta. Take them off, too’.

I obeyed and took them off.  I stood naked, in front of them. I love my body and I love other people looking at my body.  I felt good, strong, powerful and very very sexy.

Steve got off the bed. and walked over to his special cupboard. He unlocked it.  I knew what was coming.  He took out his favourite pieces of equipment and all of his favourite toys, and then he placed everything on the bed.  All in front of Scarlet.

A whip. A silk scarf.  Handcuffs.  A rope. And that pink vibrator, the one he knew I loved.

The simple things.

I knew what to do without Steve telling me.  I leaned against the table, spread my legs and raised my ass into the air.  He walked over to me, the whip in his hand.

‘You’ve been a bad girl, Roberta,’ he said.

I was silent.

Whack.

Whack.

Whack.

I never said a word.  It was sore but it felt really good.  I could feel myself getting turned on, straight away.

And I loved the idea of Scarlet watching.

Whack.  And another one.

Whack.

A few tears rolled down my cheeks.  Mostly because I wanted him to turn me around and ram his huge fat throbbing cock inside of me.  Instead, I was silent.  I knew I had to listen.  To obey.  To only turn when he wanted me to.

It went quiet for a while.  I guessed he was walking over to the equipment. I was right.

‘Turn around Roberta.  I want you to walk over to the bed.  Lay down, next to Scarlet.  On your back.  Scarlet is going to put the blindfold over your eyes.  I am going to handcuff you to the bed.  You are going to open your legs.’

I did exactly as he asked.  Scarlet was looking at me with total wonderment. And what looked like a ‘Please fuck me too’ look in her eyes.  I wanted to lean over and kiss her.  But I had not been told to do that.  Yet.

I lay down.  My nipples were aching.  My cunt was dripping.  Scarlet looked at Steve.  She touched my one nipple, gently, and then the other.  Her mouth was open, wanting…

‘Do that, if you want to,’ he told her.  ‘But blindfold her first.  And then, my darling, you can do anything you want to her.  Anything. While I watch.’

I heard Scarlet gasp but I couldn’t see her gasp.  The blindfold was tight around my eyes.  I was handcuffed to the bed.  I couldn’t move but I could feel.   And oh my gosh, it felt so good.  So very good.

Scarlet kissed me. It had to be her, not Steve.  Her lips were soft and gentle, and her smell was delicious.  She played with my nipples with her fingers and then, with her tongue.  I strained my body towards her, wanting more.  And then she moved her fingers, slowly down my belly, down down, towards my thighs.  I could feel her hesitancy.  I was not sure if she had ever done this with another woman before.

‘Steve,’ she said.  ‘Show me what to do.  Please.’

I could hear Steve walk over.  Settle down on the bed.  His hands now.  His fingers.  Against my clit.  Oh my gosh.  And then, I think they were his fingers, and her fingers, his hand, her hand, it was hard to tell.  There was a tongue. I think there were two tongues.  Her cunt, his cock, both of them.

I came.  I kept coming.  Scarlet came.  I could hear her come. ‘Oh yes, please, more, yes, oh god, yes, I’m coming, I’m coming.’

The only one who hadn’t come was Steve.  And I knew why.  He wanted more.  He wanted something different.  He wanted and needed to have pain.

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