A Special Gift

Standing outside the door, the cold air soaks into my skin and rips through my grey trench coat. I shiver, regretting the clothing choice, but it's what they asked for. Underneath the coat, a white lace bodysuit tightens around my waist with matching thigh high stockings. My chest spills out of the half cup lace bra and my feet ache from the patent white platform heels. But I agreed to this. I agreed to all of her terms.

I'd seen Gigi at this dive bar and fallen for her instantly. Green eyes, small perfect bust, toned and beautiful. She had total control over every man in the room. They were practically falling at their feet. I longed to do the same. My obsession with her only grew and I found myself at that same bar every Friday night just to get a glimpse. One night, as I waited and sipped my whiskey in the dingy place, the door flung open, letting in a wintry chill. I peered up from my drink and there she was. In a stunning emerald dress that sparkled even in a shit-hole like this. The dress hugged her curves and highlighted her perfect pert ass. She tossed her long blonde hair over her shoulder and sauntered over to me.

I was mesmerized by her green eyes and red glossed lips.

"It's no coincidence that you're here every time I am. So stalker, do you want to fuck me or kill me?"

I swallowed my whiskey down quickly.

"I guess that depends on how hard we'll be fucking won't it?"

She giggled hard and whispered into my ear, her glossed lips grazing my neck.

"Wanna play?"

So here I am. Her willing plaything. We had our fun but tonight she tells me will be different. Tonight, I am a gift. Her present to him.

I take a deep breath to steel myself, the tight white collar further constricting my airways. I watch the last bit of light as the sun sets, feeling just a droplet or two of rain on my nose. I stand back and admire the house, with its beautiful gothic exterior and large turrets climbing high into the sky. It's like a miniaturized castle. What really catches my eye are the stain glass windows dotted around the second level of the home. My studio apartment all of a sudden seems much smaller and I wonder what I've got myself into. I swallow and pull on the straps of my coat and knock on the door. There's no backing out now.

The door opens and I am in immediate awe. Gigi. Dressed in a short halter-neck black latex dress, barely covering her nipples and matching thigh high leather boots. Her blonde hair is swept in a high ponytail and there's a silver steel collar locked around her neck.

"Nina, darling. You made it!"

She pulls me in tight for a hug and I let her take me, her breasts pushing up against mine, my hands wander all over her body.

She swats them away playfully.

"Now now, you have to wait. But I promise it'll be worth it."

She pulls at the straps of my trench coat and exposes my nearly naked body.

"You won't be needing this anymore. He doesn't like a lot of clothes." She unwraps my coat and leaves me standing there with the door still wide open. The cold air from outside nips at my skin and goosebumps form on my arms and legs. It hits me all at once. I'm not here just here for her. I'm here for both of them. I didn't even tell anyone I was coming here. What if they turn out to be psychos?

Gigi returns with something metal clinking against her nails. A leash. All rational thoughts fall out my brain and my panties grow wet with excitement. I'm a bundle of nerves and Gigi is reveling in it.

She giggles as the leash clicks into place and quickly shuts the door. She stands back and tilts her head, like an artist admiring their work.

"Perfect. Just perfect. We've been wanting this for awhile, but we've never been able to find someone that suits our particular, erm needs. Not until you anyway."

My cheeks burn, which only makes my pussy wetter.

I grab the tiny lace on my suspenders and curtsy.

"Glad to be of service."

Gig grabs me and pulls me in for a passionate kiss. All I can I think about is all the other places I'd like to kiss her.

"Like I said, perfection. Now come with me. We shouldn't keep him waiting."

Our heels click-clack across the black and white tiles, as we pass by a grand staircase with cascading banisters and solid black marble. There are some dark green lush furnishings and yet the rooms also feel sparse and cold. Gigi giggles again as she takes my hand and brings me into the living room. A large black fireplace is the main event of the room with books running across the mantel and two oversized green leather couches facing each other. But then I see him and everything else falls into the background. His back is to us, but he's wearing a black collared shirt, black pants and leather brogues. His shirt is slightly too tight around his arms and his muscles ripple through the fabric. Tattoos creep up his neck and all the way down to his fingertips. A solid platinum ring wraps around one of his fingers. He's on the phone, clearly unaware of the two half naked women behind him. He swirls a glass of whiskey, annoyed at whoever he is speaking to.

"It's $11.2 not $11.8. It's not worth that, Mike no matter how you spin it."

Gigi walks up behind him, plants a kiss on his cheek and snatches the phone away from him.

"Get back to me when you have an offer worth my ti-.."

"Jack can't come to the phone right now. Call back later."

She throws the phone onto the couch behind her.

Jack's jaw hangs wide open for a moment before he quickly snaps it shut. Gigi grabs onto my leash and pulls me toward them.

"Baby look what I bought for us. Isn't she pretty?"

He shakes his head, his amber eyes raking up and down my body. I wish I still had my trench coat. He reminds me of a snake, ready to devour its prey. I fidget with my now too tight collar. There's also something familiar about him that I can't put my finger on. But my head is spinning far too much to be thinking clearly. All I know is my panties are already soaked and we haven't even started.

He downs his drink, leaves it on the mantel and saunters over to us. His cologne is slightly overpowering and the spice makes me light-headed. He chuckles a little. It's unnerving.. He grabs Gigi's head with one hand, his fingers curling into her hair, his other hand pulling on her waist. They kiss for a minute so I stand there and watch. He bites her bottom lip and wraps his hand around her throat.

"So my love.." He moves his mouth onto her neck.

"Tell me."

He strokes her cheek and his lips work their way further down her collarbone.

"What have you brought for tonight's entertainment?"

Her eyes roll into the back of her head.

"Does she know how to play? Two is a whole other game"

He move from Gigi's shoulders and his gaze falls on me again. I haven't come all this way to back out now. I muster up whatever courage got me through their door and lock eyes with him.

"I've played this game before. I know what's expected."

He stops kissing Gigi and raises an eyebrow, keeping his hand around her throat.

"Is that so? Come here then."

The fireplace crackles away as Gigi continues moaning at his touch. I totter over to him, trying to keep my balance in the 6-inch shoes. He reaches out and grabs my chain leash, pulling me in close. He kisses my neck and locks two fingers under my collar. In my heels, I'm almost his height and yet I feel.. I don't know. I guess small would be accurate. His lips touch my ear and he whispers low.

"You like wearing things like this? You want to be controlled?" He yanks the leash hard, pulling me off balance. A whiff of his spicy cologne invades my senses and I can't think straight. Only nod.

"Good girl. So you want to be controlled?"

He yanks at my leash again, correcting my behavior.

"Y-y-es. I want to be controlled."

"Yes, what?" Another yank.

"Yes, sir."

"That's right slut. The correct answer is always, "yes sir"

He pulls his hand off Gigi's throat and puts two fingers in her mouth. She greedily sucks on them, bringing them down into throat, barely flinching as he adds a third. He takes them out of her mouth and wipes them on his sleeve. She looks up at him, batting her eyelashes.

"So Daddy, do you like your present?"

"Let's see how tonight goes, my queen. No one's lasted a whole weekend before, darling."

Gigi grabs my leash from him.

"Well then, let's test that out shall we?"

Her sweet disposition vanishes and her eyes narrow as she pulls at my leash again.

"Get on your knees, slut. Show your Master how much you can please him."

I sink to my knees, wincing as they hit the tiled floor. But there's no time to focus on the pain. Gigi towers over me. She runs her fingers through my hair and forces me to Jack's crotch. Her smile turns into a sneer. She's more menacing from this angle, which makes my panties even more damp. Gigi bends down to me and forces my thighs open, rubbing my pussy hard.

"Open your legs slut, that's a good girl."

A small moan escapes my lips.

"Oh I think she likes it. She likes being degraded like this. Try it Daddy."

Jack grins back at her and pulls her back up for another deep long kiss.

"You just can't get enough can you babydoll?"

She wiggles her ass a bit more and he smacks it, her eyes lighting up like the sun. It's a dance between them. And it's hot as. I put my hand on my pussy and rub it hard again.

"Oh I see our little pet likes that too? Do you like watching us make out like from down there?"

"Yes, yes I like it."

"What's that slave?"

"Yes sir, I like it."

Gigi squats down to me and shoves her fingers down my throat, her long nails scratching the inside of my mouth.

"I know you do slut, so lick it up. Get my fingers right down your fucking throat. You're going to need all the spit you can get."

It's painful but I can't get enough.

Jack pats the back of Gigi's head and she wiggles her ass again.

"You're right, this is going to be fun. You heard her girl, put your mouth to work. In fact since you're down there."

He unbuckles his belt with one hand and rips it off. Gigi wrenches her fingers out of my mouth and unzips his pants, not breaking eye contact with him for a second. She takes her hand and rubs at his crotch over his underwear.

"Slowly, babydoll. Nice and slow. Yeah that's it."

He bends down and roughly grabs the back of my hair.

"You, on the other hand, get your face in there. Smell it. Fall in love with my cock. Tongue out. Fucking worship it. Worship it like a slave worships her master."

He slams my face into his crotch just below where Gigi's hand was. My spit soaks his gray underwear as my tongue is dragged all over the fabric.

"Oh slave, look at what a mess you're making."

"I-I'm sorry sir."

"You will be."

Gigi smiles and pulls his boxers down, revealing his 8-inch cock

"That's right, girl clean it all up."

My mouth drops open in surprise and he shoves his cock deep into it.

"This is how you will always be for us. On your knees, mouth open, ready to take it like a good girl."

Gigi kneels down next to me and grabs his balls.

"Remember slave, he likes attention everywhere. If you're going to worship him you have to do it properly."

I nod and lift my arm up to grab him, but he smacks my hand away.

"No girl, that's not for you. Put your hands behind your back. You have to earn the right to touch me."

I nod and reluctantly fold my arms behind me. He grabs my head with both hands and pushes his cock deep into my throat. It hurts, but in a good way. I'm running out of oxygen and yet I've never felt more alive. I look up at him, tears stinging my eyes as mascara drips down my face

"Oh yes, girl. Give me your eyes. Keep them on me as much as you can. I want to see that flicker of fear, when you know you can't take it anymore and I push you further.

My lungs are giving out but I can't stop. Even for a second. I want him. I want them. I want to please them with every fibre of my being. There's such a rhythm to what we're doing. Up and down, up and down. Over and over.

GLUCK!

I'm gagging hard and it's only turning him on more.

"God I love that sound. Keep fucking going girl."

GLUCK GLUCK! GLUCK!

Out of the corner of my eye, Gigi is on the green leather couch, her legs spread wide open, furiously rubbing her perfect pink pussy. I'm drooling even more now.

Jack suddenly rips his cock out of my mouth and I cough and splutter over the floor.

He bends down, lifts my chin and we lock eyes.

"I almost forgot that you're not just here for me. So I'll only ask this once. You've had a taste of what happens here. What you'll do. What we'll do to you. So tell me, do you want more? From here on out, you'll obey no matter what. We have safe words but there will be consequences if they're used improperly. If you are gagged, shake your head three times slowly. In due course we'll go through your limits."

I'd seen BDSM stuff like this online but this was different.

I bite my lip and pause for a moment, mulling over my choices.

"O-okay."

His eyes flash with anger and he yanks at my collar again.

"See slave, it's sentences like that, that get you in trouble."

I can barely concentrate with Gigi moaning away.

He yanks again, trying to get my attention.

"Well, do you want to serve us? Do you want to be a good girl?"

I lower my eyes. If I behave, I'll get to play with Gigi more too.

"Yes, that's what I want."

He playfully slaps my face and pulls at my collar again. He lowers his voice into almost a whisper.

"Try again, slave. You need to speak in full sentences when you address your Master and his Queen."

"Yes sir, I will happily serve you and your Queen."

Satisfied he drops my leash and points to Gigi.

"Good, now get your ass over there, lick her clit and make her cum. Prove to me you're worth the hassle of keeping you around."

I nod again and rise from my knees, only to be pushed back down again.

"Ah ah no, you don't walk unless you I give you permission. Now, I want you to crawl on your hands and knees. That's it girl. Crawl to your Queen. Good, now I want to hear you beg. Beg to lick her pussy."

"Kiss my boots first slave, I want to be all warmed up and ready. That's right stick your tongue out and work your way up."