The Third A BDSM Story (Spanking, Paddle) by Salty Vixen

There were instructions in the e-mail. Specific, detailed instructions. Her heart pounded. He'd threatened many times he would do this. She never really thought he would. Now she had to face it. They'd been together 8 months or so. The attraction had been immediate, the physical chemistry powerful.

They got along well; they liked the same things both in the vanilla world and the BDSM one. He collared her a month after they started seeing each other and together had explored many of the things they had both wanted to try. They had both passed limits they never thought they would. Their relationship was strong.

He threatened her many times he was going to take full control of her. That there would come a day he would enter her home and she would be forced to release all her fears, her limits, and submit to him more fully than she ever thought possible. Was today the day? She could only wait and see.

His note was curt, precise, and to the point. It contained instructions on how she was to prepare herself for him. Where he was to find her, at what time, and position her body must be in. She could feel the wetness between her legs as she read the note for the third time. Making sure she embedded each detail in her mind. She didn't want to forget anything. She wanted to please him, to meet his challenge. To prove to him she could do his bidding and make him proud of her.

She checked the time, mentally calculating how long it would take her to be perfect for him. She headed for her bathroom. She was to be clean for him - both inside and out. This meant enemas, shower, perfume, make-up. She'd have to get moving if she were to be ready on time.

Enemas. She remembered him bringing up that topic. Something she had always dismissed as not for her. He introduced them to her much to her immense embarrassment. He allowed her to do the first ones alone. She soon found she enjoyed them. Was it because he enjoyed them or did she like them on her own accord? She didn't know. It was a form of humiliation she adored now. She liked the physical feelings that went with them even the cramping was a form of submission for him. Holding the water, bearing the pain, expelling it all in front of him. Sitting on a toilet with his cock in her mouth, performing the most personal of body functions. She smiled as she reached for the bag.

Once her insides were clean she climbed into the shower. The water was steaming hot and she reached for her razor, replacing the old blade with a new one. She felt it was important tonight to ensure she was cleanly shaven, as close as she could get. She wondered why she hadn't told him she would like him to shave her one day. It wasn't that she didn't trust him with the blade. And she had certainly had her body exposed to him in ways much more vulnerable then she would need to be for him to shave her. Why was she hesitant? She still had trouble telling him her fantasies. Silly sub. He'd listen, she knew that. Why did she have so much trouble asking for things? He was helping her work through that. Maybe tonight she would whisper it to him. Later. When he had fulfilled his desires with her body. When she was safely wrapped in the security of his warm strong arms and the pillow talk began. When he had her tell him about her thoughts and her dreams. She soaped herself and began to scrape the tiny stubble from her sex.

Refreshed and glowing she emerged from her shower, her skin a bright pink from the heat of the water. She grabbed a thick towel for her hair and one for her body. With great care and attention she dried herself. Every crease in her body was patted dry. There should be no damp spots, even between her toes. She covered her skin with a light cream. She liked to keep her skin soft for him so she was a pleasure for him to touch. She towel dried her hair, removing as much of the water as possible. She would dry her hair to encourage the curl. She wanted a wild full look. Something to help portray the passion she felt when she saw him. Her hair was dark, thick and silky. He liked it long and unencumbered by clips or elastic.

Her make-up was next. Light make-up. Not the mask of base and rouge that many would wear, but a soft gray around the eyes, a dust of rose on the cheek and lip shade just a hue or two darker than her own. Her nails were done already. Deep metallic red that would catch the candlelight she would have in the bedroom. She checked her watch and went to dress.

Dressing was easy tonight. Her choices had been made for her. Stockings, black; garter, black; heels black. That was all he wanted her to wear, that, and her collar of course. A narrow black piece of leather with one O ring at the center of her throat. His slave was ready for him. She glanced at her watch again, removed it and went to light the candles.

At exactly 7o'clock she climbed onto the bed. Her back to the door, facing the headboard she kneeled at the end of the bed. As his instructions dictated, her feet hung over the edge, her hands were clasped behind her back and her head was down. She was excited sexually; the preparations had done that for her. She was wet with anticipation of what was to come this night. What he had in store for her. She waited for him, heart pounding.

The music was loud and she didn't hear him come in. The first hint she had that he was in the room was his voice when he said hello. She didn't reply as she had been instructed not to speak. His fingers lightly caressed her shoulders and slid forward to her breasts squeezing her nipples. She moaned as the pain burned within her. Her body trembled as she felt his touch. He took his hands away and slid a finger down the crack of her ass and into the honey well between her legs. She knew she was wet but as she felt his fingers stroking her sex she realized she was beyond wet but was soaked. He rubbed her juices all over her freshly washed and shaven pussy then brought his fingers to her lips. She took them greedily and sucked each finger clean.

He positioned himself between her legs and she could feel his body now, pressing against her back. His hands went back to her breasts where he pinched and rolled her nipples again, causing waves of pleasure pain to flow through her. She pressed against him, her hands feeling the hardness of his manhood through his tight jeans. He leaned down and bit her shoulder hard enough to make her cry out. He bit each side. There would be marks tomorrow. She smiled at that thought.

He pulled away from her then; she could hear the noise of a zipper being pulled down, and knew he was removing his clothes. She was still on her knees on the bed - exactly as she had been instructed. She didn't move though all she wanted to do was turn around and throw her arms around him. The rustling noises continued and she assumed he was going through his toy bag. Looking for his chosen implements of pleasure and pain. The tokens for the game he planned to play on her body.

She felt the blindfold wrap around her eyes. It gave her an incredible rush. The blindfold always accentuated things for her, it also was a tool he used to introduce her to new things. She was more relaxed when she couldn't see. She could release her fear easier, show her emotions, her reactions. She felt safe with him. Away from life's pressures when her world was dark and he was her only guide. What was the purpose tonight? To experience the plethora of sensation she knew was coming or to introduce to her something new - something he knew was going to be hard for her. Her heart beat accelerated, and a moan escaped her lips.

He pushed her head forward and guided it to the bed. She brought her arms forward to brace herself; her ass was hanging in the air. She felt the sting of his hand as it landed on her ass; he liked to spank her. He liked to watch her ass cheeks get redder and redder. He always started easy, rubbing the burn away for her after every few whacks. His strength increased as he continued. Warming her up for the paddle. The paddle seared. But she could take it. It made her happy to know how much he liked to see his mark on her ass.

Finally he stopped. The paddle was put down and she was almost in tears from the intense spanking she had received. He stroked her ass and kissed each cheek. His fingers were suddenly thrust inside her pussy and a rush of pleasure washed over her. He toyed with her clit and brought her to the brink of orgasm before he stopped. Again she moaned - out of frustration this time.

His fingers returned to her pussy for a moment then traced up the crack of her ass. He gently pushed a finger inside her and her excitement rose again. Another finger dipped in her juice and dipped in her ass, then another. She felt something cool against her anal ring. She realized it was a plug but she wasn't sure which one it was. When she felt it vibrate she knew right away she was in for some discomfort.

She focused on what she was feeling and tried to relax as he eased the large vibrating plug into her ass inch by inch. Slowly, so he wouldn't cause her too much pain, he twisted the plug increasingly deeper. The vibration soon hummed softly in her ass and she absorbed it. He kept the control low, she knew he'd use it to tease and frustrate her as he added to the symphony of sensations he was creating in her body.

He guided her up, turned her to face him and forced his cock in her hungry mouth. She sucked on him with vigor, craving his cum, wanting him to shoot his wad down her throat. Knowing that it was far too early in the night to be rewarded that way but trying to consume him anyway. He liked to fuck her face, he liked her to take him when he was ready, her hands never touched his cock. It was up to her to keep track of his wondrous member with her tongue and her lips.

He pushed deep down her throat and she held him, struggling not to choke, waiting to be allowed air. She felt hands on her nipples, pinching them hard and she squeezed her eyes tight, hoping he would pull away soon. She couldn't breath, she couldn't scream. She was almost ready to pull back on her own when he gripped her head and slid out of her. He pulled her face back to his crotch but this time she was buried in his coarse pubic hair, the shaft of his cock sandwiched between him and her cheek. She was still on her knees and he had a tight hold on her hair. That was when she knew something was wrong.

She could feel hands on her head but there were hands on her clit and pussy too. Teasing her clit and swirling the wet around between her legs. She gasped and he held her tightly against him. Her hands reached out to try to feel who else was in the room with them. He told her not to move and she obeyed.

She could feel panic setting in. Her heart pounded and she pushed herself into her Master. Wanting to hang on to him for safety and protection. She knew he wouldn't let anything happen to her but it didn't stop the fear she felt from attacking her mind. He held her head close. Whispering to her to relax, his voice was soothing and she tried to focus on his calming tone. The fingers in her pussy continued to tweak at her clit and her hips would jerk in response. Her mind was confused. She was afraid, yet with her Master there she should feel safe. Confusion, the second pair of hands, the pleasures they caused, the mystery behind their owner. What was her Master doing? What did he have planned for her?

The second pair of hands pulled her back from her Master. She cried out in panic but he slid his hands down and took her hands in his. He talked to her. Told her to relax, to let her body experience the sensations. He was here, he would keep her safe. She hung onto his hands tightly as he spoke. The second pair of hands reached in front of her and began to stroke her breasts. The hands were soft, and so was their touch. They squeezed her breasts, caressed her nipples. They rolled her nipples gently between their fingers, making her aroused; her nipples were hard and sensitive. The hands traveled around her body, touching and caressing her abdomen, her legs her, ass. She held tight to her Master as she concentrated on the second pair of hands.

Fear and humiliation excited her the most. She had never felt those feelings as intense as she was feeling them now. Doubts about her ability to survive this night without calling red flooded her. Her Master had taken her beyond her dreams on many occasions and she had always survived. She had always been better for it at the end. Would she make it this time? Could she do what he wanted her to do? She knew by now what was expected of her. He was fulfilling his fantasy - something they had discussed many times. She didn't think she was ready for it. She didn't think she would ever be ready for it. He must believe that she was. She was about to find out who was right.

The hands left her body. She felt immediate relief from the fear. Her Master told her not to move. He let go of her and left her alone on the bed. She could feel and hear movement on the mattress and in front of her. She froze. She was trembling in both fear and anticipation not able to sort out what was the stronger feeling. She was so grateful for the blindfold. All she wanted to do right now was hide but by doing that she would disappoint him so badly. She kept still and waited.

She felt his weight behind her and he guided her backwards towards the headboard. She was still on her knees. He placed his heavy leather cuffs on her ankles and she accepted them without struggle. He shifted his body and she could feel his legs on either side of her. He told her to lean back. She was now on her back, cradled in his arms. He put a cuff on each wrist and clasped a wrist to each ankle.

She felt so exposed. Her breasts and pussy were open and unprotected now. Her Master held her from behind. His head only inches from hers. His arms slipped through hers, encircling the trunk of her body. She could feel his strength, the warmth of his skin as he held her close to him. He nudged her head to one side and he sucked on her neck. He whispered to her. Told her again not to be scared. He told her that he loved her. He told her how brave she was being, that she was safe in his arms. She relaxed at the sound of his voice and the feel of his touch. Then the hands came back.

This time their touch was more purposeful. The hands again began to explore her body. She could feel the weight of the third body between her legs. She knew the hands were female. She had tried not to think of that but she knew. The third body pressed against her tummy. Her Master moved his hold on her so she would feel the breasts of the third against her. She trembled in fear. What was she afraid of - she didn't know. She let a cry escape her lips and he murmured to her again. Calming her with his voice.

The third lay on top of her, breasts against her abdomen. The third's lips found her nipple and began to suckle. Fear, pleasure, confusion flooded her. This third was going to have her. Her Master was allowing it to happen. She didn't want it - but she wanted so badly to fulfill her Master's fantasy. She fought back the urge to call red. Her Masters hands stroked her face, he continued to whispers encouraging words in her ear. Occasionally biting or kissing her neck. Keeping her from focussing on what the third was doing, or maybe to keep her from focussing on the sex of the third. She felt stirrings of arousal again. From him or from her? She couldn't tell. She knew she must let these feelings overcome her. She knew she shouldn't fight them.

The third was talented with her mouth. Her nipples were hard and erect from the tonguing and sucking she was receiving. The third's hand slid down to play with her sex. She moaned and pressed against her Master. He took hold of her knees and kept them open. The third began to make her way down towards her pussy. Her pussy was wet in spite of the trouble she was having accepting the third. She cried out again. Panic taking over her. She felt the vibration in her ass increase. He'd turned up the vibrator. This time she moaned.

The third's head was now between her legs and her Master increased the vibrator again. She was unable to protect her sex from the third. He held her knees open as the third's tongue began to gently tease her pussy. She was completely out of control now. She couldn't distinguish the fear from the pleasure, the desire to flee from the desire to please. Her heart raced, but her pussy throbbed. Her ass was clenched around the plug that vibrated inside of her. She was dizzy and confused. She leaned against her Master for support and encouragement and allowed the scene to continue.

The third began slowly with only her tongue. Prodding at her pussy lips, dipping in and out to taste the juice that was flowing freely from her cunt. The third would flick her clit then go back to her juices, each time spending just a little longer on the clit. In her confusion she whimpered.

Her Master continued to whisper to her. He told her to keep her legs open and he brought his hands to her breasts where her began to squeeze her nipples hard enough to cause her pain. She cried out and raised her hips. The third's face pressed into her pussy to eat her freely. She was amazed at the satisfaction she felt as the third grazed on her cunt, and drank her juice. Her clit was hard and throbbing as the third continued to tongue her. Biting her gently to give her the pain her Master liked her to feel, he continued to torture her nipples all the while whispering in her ear. Telling her how proud he was of her. What a good slave she was.

She had let go of the hesitations she had been feeling. She soared at the thought of pleasing her Master. She could let this third touch her; she could accept the pleasure she felt between her legs. She was in her Master's arms and she was safe and protected. Her pussy was alive with a tingling of electric sparks. She needed to come. She was so amazed she could feel that at the lips of a woman. He knew. He knew her body. He knew how she moved and how she breathed. He told her to come before she could even ask. She climaxed

The third plunged her face into her cunt and pressed hard. Her Master gripped her breasts and squeezed, while he pressed his lips to her neck and sucked harder than she could ever remember him sucking. Her body quaked from the intense feeling she was experiencing. The physical stimulation of two people, the taboos of responding to a woman, the exhilaration of giving her Master a experience he had desired for so long. She writhed, she cried, she begged them to stop, she begged them not to. She pleaded for help as her body erupted in spasms of glory.

She peaked. Then her body began to ease back into a less aroused state. The third slid up to her face and kissed her lightly on the lips. She didn't know what to do. He told her to kiss back so she complied. She could taste her own juice on the third's lips as she opened her mouth to accept the third's tongue. She felt obligated to this woman now. This woman who had taken her virginity, her same sex virginity, the woman who had allowed her to fulfill her Master's desires. She was grateful. She kissed the woman back. Their tongues dancing in each other's mouths; her Master still holding her close to him. Now he was telling them both how good they were. She wondered if this third would want her Master as desperately as she did at that moment.

The third moved away. The vibration in her ass was turned down. Her Master freed her wrists and ankles and helped her roll over so that the third could join them on the bed. She wasn't sure she liked this. A streak of jealousy stabbed her heart. One of her biggest fears in including a third in their play was the thought losing his attention. Or worse, losing him. She buried her head into his shoulder and held onto him tight. She could feel his arm around her and wondered what the third was doing on the other side of him. She wished she could peek out from under the blindfold. She didn't.

He held them both for a short while, allowing them both to relax. He told them both how well they did, how well they had pleased him. She was hurt. She didn't want to share his praise. She had given herself to him, never intending on sharing him.

She didn't want to share him. He rolled towards her and held her alone for a moment. Did he realize how her insecurities had invaded her? Did he know she needed him at that moment? He amazed her sometimes. He whispered to her. He whispered his instructions and fear again struck her. He was going to have her continue. He wanted his fantasy fulfilled to the end. She would do it for him. She had to do it. She needed to make him happy. The need to please him was as much part of her as the need to breathe.

He guided her to her knees. She was to touch the third. She was to explore the third's body with her hands. Feel her flesh, her skin, her hair. The hesitation she felt was strong, the fear was worse. But the desire to please him surpassed it all and she reached out her hands.

The third's body was soft with gentle curves. Not hard like his. She let her hands drift to the third's shoulders and travel down the arms, then to the belly and down to the legs. She was avoiding areas she was afraid to touch. He knew it and directed her to touch the third's breasts. She knew she would have to do it but when she was directed to it, fear welled up inside her again. She wasn't comfortable with another woman's body. She did as she was told.

Touching another woman's breast was alien to her. She had touched her own many times of course. She knew what to expect - or so she thought. The texture and weight of the third's were different than her own. The third's were smaller, the nipples larger and perkier. She caressed the breasts, being very aware of how they felt in her hands. She toyed with the nipples - doing to them what had been done to her over the years. She could feel the third respond to her touch. The third kept still for her but she could feel the muscles in the third's body tremble a little when her nipples were pinched. She could hear the third's breathing and when she palmed her chest she could feel the third's heartbeat. This excited her. To know she was causing this reaction in a woman. She was experiencing so many new feelings tonight. She struggled to understand if she was happy to experience them or just happy to knowing she was pleasing her Master by submitting to his desires.

He directed her to move her hands down. Again the rush of fear as her hands slowly moved towards the third's mound. The third was shaven bare, not like she was with the little tuft of hair just above her clit. She liked the smoothness of the skin. She allowed a finger to slip inside the slit to feel the hot wetness she knew she would find there. She felt like an explorer. Discovering new and yet unknown possibilities within both herself and the third. Her Master told her to suck on the third.

With every command he made she felt the fear rise inside her. No matter. The desire to please always out muscled her desire to pull back and hide inside the arms of her Master. She was surprised at what she felt when her lips touched the third's breast. There was a feeling of comfort that she did not expect. The third began to pet her hair as she hesitantly sucked at a nipple. Pushing her doubts away she sucked harder, nipping at it while squeezing the other breast. Her Master again turned up the vibration in her ass and he stroked her cheeks as she mouthed and explored the third's breasts.

He pulled her back, circled her with his arms and whispered again into her ear. He encouraged and praised her and she felt proud. Then he gave her the next set of instructions and fear hit her once more. She was glad he held her for she felt she might not be able to stay upright at that moment. He intended her to give this third head. Why did that scare her so much? Why was all of this so hard for her to do? So far everything had gone well. She wasn't hurt and her Master had been with her all along. He hadn't failed her yet. Why did she continue to doubt her ability?

She felt the third move and then her Master guided her to her hands and knees. She was between the third's legs. Panic, fear, humiliation flowed freely through her once more. She didn't know what to do. She was frozen. Her Master pushed on the butt plug and a rush of pleasure added to mixture of intense feeling. She moaned. She lifted her head and arched her back. He told her to taste the third.

Heart pounding, blood rushing in her ears she slowly lowered her head. She didn't know how close she was to the third and her forehead touched the third's pubic bone sooner than expected. She nuzzled her faced between the third's legs and hesitantly touched her tongue to the third's pussy. The third let out a soft gasp and her Master pushed the plug deeper inside of her again. She didn't know what to do next. She had no idea how to go about pleasing this third. She felt shame. She wanted to run so badly, but in doing that she knew she'd disappoint her Master so she stayed.

He told her to use her tongue, to taste what a woman tasted like, to tease and see what reaction she got. And as the dutiful slave she so wanted to be she did as she was told. The taste was different from hers. She couldn't have explained the difference, just that it was. A difference as subtle as the differences between men she had tasted in her life. She touched the third's clit with her tongue and the third squirmed a little. She was still hesitant, still fearful of what she was doing. Then she felt her Master drive his cock into her own hot pussy. The force of the thrust pushed her face into the third's pussy and all three of them gasped and moaned at the sudden pleasure they each felt.

He fucked her gently and it was hard for her to do anything more than feel him inside her. He told her to pay attention to the third or he would stop. She refocused attention back to the third. She used her tongue and licked at her juices, massaged her clit. Stopping now and again to tease the third. Not sure how long to keep her attention in any one spot. The third was enjoying the touch of her mouth and was moaning and whispering her own words of encouragement. Her Master continued to fuck her slowly. Driving her crazy with need to be full of him. He told her to fuck the third with her fingers.

She did. She started with one then added another. Not sure how hard to thrust, but matching the strokes of her Master's rhythm. Allowing the third to feel what she was feeling. The third's hips pumped to meet her fingers. She pushed harder into the third adding yet another finger to fill her cunt. Gyrating her own hips in reaction to her Master's cock, he pumped harder, so did she. It helped her to follow his rhythm. Then her told her to eat the third to make the third come.

Her passion was strong, she had forgotten her fear, she willingly pushed her face back into the third's pussy to attack her clit. The third screamed in her pleasure and pushed her hips up to meet her face. She prodded the third's clit, flicking it with her tongue, dipping her tongue into the juice of the stranger who was causing her so much confusion. Not understanding her feelings and not caring at that moment. Only wanting the third to climax because those were the orders from the man who owned her.

The third cried out and her body began to twitch and buck into her face. She didn't stop - she kept her mouth on the third's pussy still teasing her clit as the third exploded hard into her face. She lapped up the juices pulsing from the third's cunt. Her Master pumped into her harder and she herself could feel the building of a climax. She was told to come. Keep her head down but to come. She felt the third's climax slowing down as hers began. Her own moans stifled by the muff of another orgasmic woman. Her confusion, the conflict of feelings, the intense pleasures she felt brought her to a powerful orgasm and she buried her face in the third's heat as she screamed her thanks to her Master.

She was tired and slumped forward with her head on the third's belly. He told her to take care of the third. She rolled off and opened her arms for the third to be embraced. The third moved quickly into her arms their breasts pressed together. Her Master held them both, kissing her and tasting the juice of the third off her lips. He whispered his pleasure to them both. He made her feel safe and secure even with the third included his embrace.

She was laid down. Her Master and the third got off the bed. She was still blindfolded and the vibration in the butt plug had been turned down. She felt alone and isolated. She wanted him to come back to her. Was he going to leave her there? Insecurity crept through her and she curled up into a fetal position to wait for what was next.

Her Master came back to her and held close. He then guided her to the floor where she knelt in front of him. She knew what was coming and her mouth opened slightly so that he could push his cock inside it. She felt so complete when his cock filled her mouth. She knew how much he loved to place it there. She knew how much he loved it when she sucked him. She was overcome with passion as she felt his cock enter her and she sucked him deep inside. His cock was like a soother to her; she found great comfort in having it in her mouth. She felt used when he fucked her face. She felt a sense of purpose.

Sometimes she felt her only purpose on earth was to suck him. To be open and ready at any time he desired her hot moist mouth on his pulsing manhood. She was hungry for him and he must be craving her for he began to fuck her face in forceful demanding strokes. It was hard for her to stay relaxed enough this time. His need was strong and he wasn't being mindful of her breathing or her teeth. He pushed and forced his way into her throat and she sputtered and drooled as his cock continued to abuse her mouth.

Her hands gripped his ass as his tore at her hair, both of them pulling at each other to get closer, deeper, more of each other. She was oblivious to where she was. Her being focused on giving this man what he wanted. Being the fuck toy he wanted her to be. Craving his cum in her mouth, her desire so strong that she ached. She could feel her own arousal again. She could feel her body respond to the job she had.

She could come again if he told her to. His frenzied pumping into her face was sending her down a path of madness. She was desperate for his elixir. She could not be silent for him; she didn't have control of her body anymore. It had taken over her senses. He had taken over her senses. She wanted to crawl inside him to experience him in every way possible. She felt his body stiffen, she heard him roar as he came. She thrilled to that sound and sucked at him greedily. Her body aching with its own need. And at the first taste of him, she too peaked. He knew what was happening to her and he allowed it, all the while shooting his cum into her, letting her have the essence of him, letting her come with him. They shared the climax together. Both of them wet with sweat and saliva and juices.

When they were spent he pulled her back to the bed. He crooned to her of how proud he was. How happy she made him. She whispered back that she happiest when she knew he was satisfied by her. He held her close to him and she allowed his heady scent to surround her, to calm her.

He lifted her head. She felt him take the blindfold off and she realized she had forgotten about the third. She realized the third had been watching her at her most intimate moment with her Master and she felt anger and jealousy seep into the blissful bubble she was sharing with him. She opened her eyes, waiting a moment for them to adjust to the dimness of the candles that had burned down significantly through the evening. She looked around the room. The candles made shadows dance on the walls and ceiling. But there was no third. Nobody intruding on their moment. They were alone the third was gone.

She tucked her head back into her Master's neck and whispered thank you. She was still safe and protected. Their arms and legs entwined lovingly -- tangled like a piece of string -- unable to tell where beginning or end was.