Submissive Sex Slave Chapter 6: Roberta

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So Steve had finally introduced Scarlet to the BDSM room.  I had spent many nights in that room with Steve. Now I was wishing I was back there. But I was not thinking so much of Steve.

I was thinking of Scarlet.

I had fallen for her.  From that very first night, to the next day when she had sexted me, to every single day when she had carried on sexting me, to the other nights with her and Steve , the three of us – I did not just want to fuck her.  I wanted to love her.  I wanted to hold her, to cuddle her, to take care of her and for her to take care of me.

I had fallen in love with her.

Steve knew.  He knew everything;  he knows everything.  He knew about every single phone call that the two of us had together.  He knew every time we sexted.  He got off on it.  I knew because of the last time we had sexted.  Which was in fact, yesterday, while we both lay on our beds, naked, hot and sweaty.

I had started the conversation, punching Scarlet’s number into my phone.

So, darling girl.  What did you think of the room? The BDSM room?

Oh my Roberta, I wish you could have been there with us.  It was amazing.  It was sexy.  I had more orgasms than I have ever had before.  But there was a part of me, a huge part, that wanted you to be with us.  I missed you.  I missed the feel of you, the taste of you, the smell of you.

Scarlet.  I have to say, there was a part of me that was incredibly jealous.  I wanted to be there with you too.

When he poured the wax on me? Has he done that to you? Silly question I suppose, I guess that you have done everything together.  But the wax thing.  I want to do that with you.  I want to pour the wax over your thighs and then around your cunt.  On your cunt. I want you to feel how I felt yesterday,  to reach out, to want, to want so badly to be touched.

You have made me so damn horny Scarlet, just thinking about that.  You’re a bad girl, a bad bad girl.

I know, I know.  Shall I bend over? Take off my underwear?  You can take a whip.  Any whip.  Hit me, hard.

I am not going to use a whip Scarlet.  I am going to use my hand.  Like this.  Feel it.  Can you feel it? I am whipping your ass.  And I am going to keep doing it until you cannot take it anymore, until you beg me to stop, until you beg me to go down on you, to hold your thighs with my hands while my face is between my legs, to lick you, to suck you, taste you…

Oh.  Oh.

We both came.  Our phone sex was so good.  And the thing that made it better was that we both knew that Steve was somehow listening in.  And he couldn’t stop us.  Or perhaps, he did not want to stop us.

And he did not only eavesdrop.  He had cameras, everywhere.  Scarlet was always filmed.  I think I was always filmed too.  In the kitchen, in the car, in the bathroom and in the bedroom.

Steve liked to have control. He always needed to know what was going on.

Sadly though, my time with both Steve and Scarlet together had become less and less.  Steve wanted Scarlet in the BDSM room alone.  There were times when Scarlet would come over and if they did not use the room then Steve would summons me. The three of us would be together.  It was always beautiful.  But those times became rare.

Instead of hanging out with them, I started hanging out with Candy.  Candy, the driver.  Candy, who had seen more than she ever let on.  Candy, the strong silent driver, who saw everything, noted everything and somehow, knew how I felt too.  Perhaps I was wearing my heart on my sleeve.

‘You are in love with her, aren’t you”, Candy asked me one day . We were waiting in the drawing room for Steve to send for champagne, or lobster or, if dear Scarlet preferred, a grilled cheese sandwich.

‘Oh, is it that obvious huh? I don’t really know what to do.  I like this girl. She’s different, open and honest.  Apart from being so unbelievably sexy.  ‘

‘I know how awful it is when you can’t have the person you want’. The way Candy said that made me realise she had strong feelings too.  But for who? For Steve? For me?  I suddenly looked at her in a different way.

‘Do you want to talk about it?’ I asked.  ‘Who is the person that you want so badly?’

Candy nodded yes, she wanted to talk about it.

‘It is so odd,’ she said.  ‘I always thought Steve hired me because I could drive but also, because he knew I would be a willing participant.  And yet, although I’ve made it clear to him that I would like to be with him, he has never approached me, never asked me, never suggested we get together.’

We sat, sipping tea, thinking and wondering about life and love. And sex, of course.

‘I wonder what they are doing right now?’ I said.

And so we did what we should never have done.  We switched on the cameras. The ones that filmed everything in the BDSM room.  And we watched the footage.  We watched them, Steve and Scarlet, doing it.   We saw Steve tying Scarlet up, ties around her feet, her hands and her neck.  We saw him whipping her, dripping wax on her, using toys in her.

She was enjoying it.  A lot.

Until he tried to use the mask.  And the nipple clamps.

‘I will never ever force you,’ Steve was saying. ‘You need to do what you are comfortable doing. But I need you to know, the mask turns me on more than anything.  And when I put the nipple clamps on you, I know how you will feel, the pain that will go from your nipples and down, between your legs, it will be so good, it will turn me on so much.’

Scarlet was adamant.

‘I am so sorry Steve.  I will do anything with you.  Anything.  Except that.’

And that was our how our plan was hatched.   Candy and I had a plan.  And the plan was for Candy to seduce Steve.  And to land up with him forever.  Or in the BDSM room at least. And for me to land up with Scarlet.  Forever. Because I was pretty sure I loved her.

Somehow, we were going to make this work.

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