The Gift

Chapter One

The message from you on my answering machine said to meet you at the Four Seasons at 10 p.m. I check my watch as the cab inches through traffic and realize if the driver can’t make the last five blocks in the next two minutes I’m going to be late. A shiver of apprehension travels down my spine as I remember the consequences of being late the last time we met. Lost in that thought I’m unaware the cab has arrived at the hotel until the doorman opens the car door for me. I spot you across the lobby looking at your watch and then you catch sight of me entering the revolving door.

As usual, you’re trying to frown and look serious as you glance once again at your watch, but I didn’t miss the fact that your eyes lit up at the sight of me. I’m sure it’s much the same way that I look at you.

“You’re 2 minutes late,” you say as you grasp my arm and pull me to the nearest elevator car. Once inside you hit the button for the 45th floor and as the doors glide shut, your hand grasps my hair and pulls my face to yours. As always your kisses are hard and demanding, forcing my lips apart with your probing tongue and making my knees feel like jelly. As abruptly as you began the kiss, you break it off.

“Grasp the railing along the side of the elevator and stick your ass out for me,” you say.

Obeying as quickly as possible I lean forward, grabbing the rail tightly for I’m pretty sure I know what’s coming next. My view of you is obstructed, but I hear the sound of the zipper on the leather valise you’re carrying, and feel you lift my coat to expose my naked ass. As instructed I’m wearing only a merry widow, with stockings and high heels underneath the trench coat. The sting of the riding crop you’ve selected from the bag is not painful, but the humiliation of being punished for being late brings a blush to my face. Three quick strikes of the crop and you pull my coat back over my ass and tell me to stand up again.

When the elevator has arrived at the floor you lead me down the hall to the door marked Embassy Suite. Before knocking you turn and take my hands in yours.

“Are you absolutely sure this is what you want?” you ask, looking deep into my eyes for the truth.

“I should be asking you that question,” I reply. “You have my complete trust, both body and soul. Is this what you want of me?” I whisper as I reach to kiss your lips.

The kiss is long and deep, sending waves of pleasure and passion coursing through me, but much more tender than the one in the elevator. A kiss of thanks and forgiveness all in one.

You answer me by turning back to the door and knocking loudly.

A moment of silence and then muffled noises can be heard on the other side of the door.

“Not completely soundproof,” you mutter. I’m not sure if you’re talking to me or yourself, but when I think about it I’m not sure I want to know what you mean just yet, so I stay quiet behind you as the door opens.

“Come in. We were just wondering what happened to you, you’re a little later than promised. Not having second thoughts are you?”

“No, Susan had some problems, but I’ve dealt with it…in the elevator actually, but I’ll tell you about that later. Right now, let me introduce her.”

As you take my hand to lead me across the threshold the panic suddenly sets in and I’m ready to flee. One look at your face though calms me and I step into the room.

“Susan, this is Dave,” you say gesturing toward the dark-haired 30-something man who answered the door, “and this is Henry,” you continue as another man joins us in the entryway of the suite.

I see you smile at Henry as he extends his hand in greeting.

“How’ve you been Henry? It’s been awhile,” you ask as you proceed further into the suite, leaving me no choice but to follow or be left alone at the door.

“Guys this is Susan. Susan these are two of my oldest and closest friends.”

Introductions completed, the four of us head down the hall to a beautiful room, with an unbelievable view of the city lights. The spectacular sight draws me to the window, making me forget for a moment that my legs have felt too weak to hold me ever since the door opened.

The touch of your hands on my shoulders as you reach for my coat brings me sharply back to reality. With my last line of defence sliding down my arms and across my back, I breathe deeply to control the panic rising within me. Without turning for confirmation, I know that three sets of eyes are glued to the sight being revealed as the coat is removed. The corset you instructed me to wear is skin tight black leather, starting about midway down my back, cinching my waist tightly and stopping just as my hips flare out. Black silk garters extend from a garter belt worn under the corset and frame my ass, which still stings from the strokes of the crop in the elevator.

Your hand caresses the red stripes there as you address the other two men.

“I know I promised you she’d be unmarked, and I haven’t disciplined her in a week because of that, but I couldn’t let her get away with being late after I’d told her what time to be here. It was just three and those aren’t marks that will last any longer than a couple of hours. Besides the rest of her is completely unmarked, as you can see.”

With this you take my shoulder and turn me to face Dave and Henry.

“I’m sure she’s been curious why there were no regular discipline sessions this week. I have to say though much to her credit she never questioned it.”

I had wondered why I’d not been receiving regular sessions with the cane, crop and belt, but knew better than to ask.

As your hand on my shoulder turns me to face the two strangers in the room, a hot flush starts at my scalp, creeping slowly down my face and a across my chest. The embarrassment I feel at being exposed to the eyes of your friends mixes with a rush of pleasure deep in my loins, causing me to shiver with anticipation.

Although my eyes are downcast from embarrassment, I can picture the looks of astonishment and lust as Dave and Henry get their first view of the front of my brief outfit. The merry widow cups my breasts, pushing them up and out but leaving them completely exposed, as if being offered to the room and its occupants.

The black silk garters, which in the back frame the red stripes on my ass, seem to accentuate the white of the skin on my shaved pussy, calling attention to the two-inch silver ring peeking between the naked lips of my cunt.

“Gentleman, your toy for the evening!” you say with a chuckle as you reach out and stroke my hardening nipple. “Come on boys, now’s not the time to play wallflower. This toy doesn’t come with instructions, she’s strictly a “hands on” kind of plaything so you might as well get over here and find out how everything works.”

Not needing to be told twice, Dave and Henry laugh and cross the room to join you at my side.

“Go ahead you two, she’s yours ’til tomorrow morning so you may as well start with an inspection to see what you’re getting. I’ll just get some accessories ready for you.”

Flushed with excitement and nervousness, my mind is trying to comprehend what you’ve just said. Of course we’ve discussed my fantasy of two men many times in the past, but I’d never really thought you’d allow it to happen and now that it seemed about to cross the boundary from fantasy to reality, I wasn’t really sure I was ready.

I’d known from the moment we walked through the door and saw there were other people present, that our rather adventurous sex life was about to take a giant step into the unknown, but what was happening now was far from anything I’d ever thought would take place in the real world.

As Dave’s hand reached to touch the same breast you had stroked only moments before, and Henry walked behind me, presumably to examine the three red stripes on my backside, I glanced to where you had gone, several steps away, to open the leather valise you’d been carrying in the elevator. Your eyes met mine with a look of love and lust that calmed me immediately.

It was at that moment that I realized that this was as much your fantasy as mine. My ability to do this, to put my trust in you, enough that I would allow two strangers the unrestrained use of my body, was to be unequivocal proof of my faith in you. That faith and trust is what had carried us this far in exploring the thrilling aspects of D/s and tonight it seemed it would be pushed to its limits.

The realization that you wanted this as much as I did, allowed me to relax a little and enjoy the tentative explorations of the two men examining my body.

With one hand still stroking my breast, Dave used the other to lift my chin and trace my lips with his thumb.

“Lovely,” he said as his head lowered towards my slightly open mouth. “May I?”

“Certainly, sir,” I replied as he gently kissed my parted lips, darting his tongue briefly inside my mouth.

Meanwhile, Henry began to lightly trace the lines on my ass.

“Her skin marks well, but the welts are beginning to fade already,” said Henry. “It was obviously more of a warning than a real punishment, but we can remedy that later. After all, we’re the ones she kept waiting even if she didn’t know it at the time.”

Dave’s head had dropped lower, tracing his tongue down my neck towards my waiting breasts, so I could see you as you looked up from the bag to reply.

“Yes, her skin does colour well. I do prefer to see her wearing reminders of our sessions at most times, so this past week has been difficult. Not to mention the fact that seeing her writhe under the cane or crop is the quickest way to make my cock hard.”

With this last comment you reach for a long slender case leaning against the wall, unzip it and extract a wicked looking rattan cane.

An involuntary shudder runs down my spine at the sight. I’d thought I would be spared the agony and ecstasy of the cane tonight. Until now we’ve never used the cane outside of our home because packing it has never been possible. During holidays we’ve always made do with floggers, crops and more mundane objects like hairbrushes and wooden spoons because they’re much easier to conceal in a suitcase.

Seeing the look on my face, you chuckle.

“You didn’t actually think you’d be spared the cane tonight after a week with no discipline did you? I popped into Northbound today for this new one they’re selling with its own carrying case. It’s a little shorter than the one at home, but I think it should do the trick.”

“Well gentlemen, I think I have everything unpacked if you’d like to come over here and take a look at the accessories I brought for you. I don’t think I forgot anything, but I’ve become a master at improvising, so let me know if there’s anything you’re missing.”

“Susan, you may have a seat while the boys check out the gear and get themselves organized. You’re going to have a busy night so you may as well rest a little while you’re waiting,” you say as you pat a spot on the couch where you’re sitting now.

With one last caress of my ass and breast, Henry and Dave leave to examine the items you’ve spread on the coffee table. I sit beside you and watch as they inspect the array of implements, some of which are familiar from home, but a few of which I assume you purchased during your trip downtown earlier today.

The first item Henry examines is one of the latter. Although we use a butt plug on a regular basis, this is one at about three inches in diameter and six inches long is far larger than the one I’m accustomed to and I look to you for an explanation.

“It’s still smaller than my cock sweetheart and you manage that on a regular basis,” you laugh while pulling me closer to you.

“But your cock doesn’t sit inside me stretching my ass while you whip me,” I reply.

“I just thought you could use a little extra stretching tonight. Your pussy and your mouth are not going to be the only orifices well used tonight, there are three of us after all. I think by the time we’re finished with you tonight, you’ll be thanking me for the extra stretching you’ll get from that fellow before we’re ready to dive in.”

Knowing you’re probably right, I mouth the words thank-you as I kiss your lips.

During this exchange Dave and Henry have examined most of the items on the table: several sets of nipple clamps, one set with a third clamp for my clit, leather cuffs for ankles and wrists, my favourite leather collar, steel handcuffs, a spreader bar with ankle cuffs attached, vibrators in varying sizes, anal beads, a ball gag, several lengths of silken rope, a few clothespins, a doe skin flogger, a riding crop, paddles, two small but sturdy leather whips and of course the aforementioned rattan cane. These are all familiar to me, but the last item Dave picks up is a surprise to me, and from the look on their faces, Dave and Henry are surprised too.

The item in question is a two-headed strap-on dildo.

“I just thought I’d get it in case one of us gets the urge to find out what it feels like on the flipside. Besides I know Susan has never fucked anyone and I thought she might like to try,” you say.

“Well I think we’re about ready to get this show on the road. Dave could you hand me the leather cuffs and collar please.”

Dave hands over the requested items and as you take my hand to buckle on the first cuff you ask if I’m ready. When I nod my agreement you finish the job of buckling all four cuffs and the collar. This is familiar territory for me and the ritual-like process calms the butterflies that have been attempting to escape from my stomach since we entered the suite.

“Could you stand now please dear,” you ask as you reach for my hand to help me off the couch.

“Henry, I’ll need the nipple clamps now. The set with the clit clamp are effective during discipline.”

The thought of the clamps makes my nipples stiffen and blood rushes to engorge my clit.

Taking the clamps from Henry, you flick one of my nipples to stiffen it further.

“She has rather small nipples and sometimes I find a little vigorous sucking will help to make them large enough for the clamps. Do I have any volunteers?”

Both Henry and Dave step forward, and you move to the side as they lower their heads at the same time to my waiting breasts. The sensation of having both nipples stimulated at once by hungry lips and tongues is something I’d never contemplated before, but it was one I wouldn’t soon forget. In no time at all both nipples hardened and stood out from the breasts surrounding them waiting for the bite of the clamps.

Their task accomplished, Henry and Dave took a step back, but their eyes remained glued to the buds of flesh they’d hardened, while you attached the clamps. I gasped slightly as the first clamp bit into the sensitive flesh and before I could catch my breath the second clamp was enveloping its twin. The chain between the two clamps pulled my nipples down slightly and led to another chain, on the end of which was another identical clamp. As you kneel before me to attach the third clamp both Henry and Dave also move for a better view of the procedure. My clit throbs in anticipation of the touch of your hand, and the searing but brief pain I know will follow that exquisite touch. As your hands move forward, one holding the open clamp and the other reaching for my swollen clit, I hold my breath. The pain is intense and for a brief moment the universe seems centred on the white hot feeling emanating from my pussy. The moment passes and as I exhale, I feel your lips kissing the swollen bud protruding from the clamp.

“I’ll tighten the clamps before we start the discipline session, I don’t want the intensity to peak too soon,” you say as you rise from the floor.

“I’d like you to bend over the back of the couch now so that I can insert the plug,” you say while leading me around the couch and gently push me face down over the back.

“Would one of you like to lubricate her ass, while I do the same to the plug?”

With my hair obscuring my vision, I can only see hands as they reach for the plug, which by this time has assumed monstrous portions in my mind, and the two bottles of lube on the table. I can sense movement behind me and then the cold drip of the lubricant as it dribbles down the crack of my ass, pooling at my anus. My hips are shifted up and slightly forward by a strong pair of hands, presumably to allow better access to the tight ring of flesh and my legs are positioned further apart. Fingers follow the path of the lubricant and begin to massage my anus, gently at first and then in a more demanding manner. One finger slides through the tight ring and moves slowly in a circular motion, spreading the lubricant inside the opening. That single digit is soon joined by another and then a third. As the fingers work the lubricant inside my now relaxed ass I feel another hand working its way into the entrance pulling me open rather than penetrating me as the other hand is. Waves of pleasure roll over me and my clit throbs in its tightly encased prison while more lubricant is directed into my now open anal passage. The hand that has been holding me open is now replaced by what can only be the plug that will soon impale me. My sphincter muscles contract involuntarily, but the fingers that remain inside me continue their gentle massage forcing me to relax once again. The phallus continues its relentless but slow journey into my narrow back passage while the fingers work on relaxing the reluctant muscles. After what seems like an eternity the widest part of the plug finally works its way inside me at the same time my protesting muscles give up the fight to expel the intruder. The fingers that have been working their magic are removed and my ass accepts the final three inches without further protest. Sensations from my pinched but still throbbing clit and my stretched and plugged anus have my head swimming with thoughts of animalistic pleasure.

Hands on my shoulders raise me from the couch to a standing position. Your eyes meet mine as you kiss my lips.

“You did very well dear as I knew you would. Are you ready for your discipline now?”

I nod.

“Alright then. You know the rules, but Henry and Dave don’t so we’ll go over them briefly. I’m going to let Henry and Dave take over here and just watch for awhile, but the rules will be the same. You will not speak except to stop the discipline with your safe word which is Blue as it always is. We may have to gag you if you get too loud, but for now we’ll leave your mouth without restraint because I prefer to hear your cries without impediment. We will not break the skin and the cane and paddles will be used on your ass only. The crop and the whips are for all other parts.

“Well guys, she’s yours.” With this said you lean to kiss my lips tenderly, stroke my breast and back away to sit on the couch.

Henry and Dave move one to each side of me to take your place. Dave lifts my chin, holding it in place and with his face just inches from mine and his eyes holding my gaze ask, “Susan, may we discipline you now?”

Nervous about speaking and breaking the rules so soon into the evening, I simply stare straight into his eyes and nod my assent. With a quick glance over to you, I see that my answer has brought a smile to your face.

Dave’s mouth engulfs mine with a deep and passionate kiss as the reward for my approval of his request. As Dave breaks away, Henry’s mouth and tongue replace his with an equally passionate kiss. Dave takes my hand as Henry finishes and leads me to a spot about eight feet from the large window with the spectacular view of the city. It’s then I notice the two ropes dangling about ten feet apart from the track lighting in front of the window.

Dave takes my hand and raises it to the rope, threading it through the rings.

To be Continued