God Save the Queen

It's my birthday month and Baby Domme is bringing me a present! Because it's my birthday month, I and those who love me are making sure that I pack in pure pleasure and indulgence at every available opportunity. We will do this next month too, but this month we are doing hedonism with a focused, celebratory mindset.

And Baby Domme is bringing me a present! I have heard about this toy before. Baby Domme is a beautiful young woman, light skin and brown hair, wide-eyed with enthusiasm, and as filthy as they come. She is 5 foot 9 inches tall and Amazonian in heels. She towers over me and most men we use, and I adore her for it. Baby Domme is naturally dominant with men, as if she's been this way since toddlerhood. But her eyes still sometimes express amazement when she witnesses her Self in action. That always makes me want to stroke her cheek and tell her how extraordinary she is.

I have heard about this man toy before. She's described him with her usual generosity of spirit: a little older than her, nicely built, smart and successful in his line of work. I feel he must be at least a bit clever and intuitive because he is the switch who drew out her Domme when she was expecting to get his.

I can smell his subby ass from here. His body is toned from years of perfecting the façade he presents to the world. For what? He's been so fucking busy being Mr Important, just like his Mummy told him he was going to be, a Big Man in the Big World that was always waiting for him to arrive. Mr Important has been so fucking busy dominating his life and dominating women who wanted him to rescue them from theirs. Women who wanted him to reassure them that he was in control, that Daddy was able to fuck them as hard and long as they needed to be fucked.

Boring, boring, boring. Then Daddy wakes up one morning and realises that it's all so terribly exhausting. Now, he just wants to be part of the furniture. Just there for you to sit on, bounce on, humiliate, piss on, use as you need. Just there, disintegrating into the pleasurably pathetic awareness of his own mortality, inconsequential. Mr Important is finally being used in an honest, straightforward way.

There is a strength in this level of submission that I find absolutely irrestistible.

Baby Domme knocks, and I open the door to the pleasing sight of her and smile. Her man toy is following obediently behind.

When you are finished stripping and caging your sub, come and meet me on the sofa for a drink, I say. I can hear her stripping him in the background as the ice cubes clink into our glasses. She's locking him in place, and I'm pouring two gin and tonics using some lovely sloe gin from Home Farm in Norfolk.

Baby brings her toy into the sitting room. Let me take those, I say, receiving the pile of clothes she's carrying and handing her a drink. I will lock them in my locker, and if he's good, he can have them back when it's time to go home. I do it, and when I return from the locker, I have two sets of cuffs.

Let's lock him in place while we chat a bit, I whisper in Baby Domme's ear and gently kiss her neck. Good idea, she says.

With the toy on his knees facing away from us, she places a collar around his neck, attached to a lead. Then, she cuffs his hands behind his back and bends him over. She cuffs his ankles to each other. She looks to me for approval and I throw a loving smile at her. I am so proud watching the graceful way that she moves. I spread my palm towards her, revealing a pretty jewelled butt plug. Prettier to look at than the man toy's all too eager hole, while we enjoy our drinks. Baby Domme lubes it up, inserts it in the toy's hole, and washes her hands. She returns herself to me on the couch, and I cuddle her.

We sip our drinks. And kiss. And chat a bit and sip our drinks. I love the taste of the gin on her soft wet female lips. We are tasting, sipping each other in, establishing groundwork for the rising desire. The occasional soft groan from the toy in the background feels like it comes from one of us. I could get lost in this gentle lapping all evening. But we do have other matters to deal with.

Show me your toy, Baby.

Oh, I will Miss Ivy. I'm excited to show you how much he can take!

Is that right?

It is absolutely right.

First, I like to remind him who is in charge in our dynamic. He loves having his ass toyed with so much, I like to see him earn it first! She gets into position, towering over his ass, hand in the air.

I nod assent, and she strikes him sharply with her palm. Once, I nod, twice, I nod, a few more times, I am beaming. He starts to redden slightly under the onslaught. He takes it, patiently. His jewel pops out with all the commotion, and we laugh.

When she's done, she fetches a black latex glove and some lube from her bag, stretches it over her fingers.

Are you ready to be such a good boy for me? Baby Domme asks her toy. Shall we see if you can impress Miss Ivy and take more than you ever have before?

Yes, Mistress! His voice is a little sibilant, excited.

Baby Domme drips some more lube onto his asshole. She takes some time to work it around with her thumb. I can see him visibly relax into it, enjoying the sensation. Gently, she works in a finger, stretching and massaging around the inside, watching his response. A second finger soon joins the first, working slow circles inside him, toying and stretching. She works up gradually, teasing him about how eager he is to have his ass filled with her hand.

What a total and desperate slut he is for it, I say to her, as she grins in her work. The toy agrees, nodding his head along the rug that his cheek rests on. He moans as she works deeper and deeper, always moving and stretching until only her knuckles are left outside.

She smiles at me. This is as far as we have got so far, Miss Ivy. But you can see what a good little anal slut he is. I've seen him take a nice fat cock as well.

Has he now? Please can I have a go?

Of course, Miss Ivy. How can I help? Baby Domme says, stripping her glove.

I have a pretty little Queening Stool that is quite useful in situations like this. I place it right beside the toy's face on the floor. Come here, Baby, and she comes over to face me. I put my hands on her hips and slide them down the outside of her skirt, grab two handfuls of fabric, and hike it up to her waist. Underneath, she is wearing only stockings under her skirt, exactly as I hoped. Once I have her skirt around her waist, I slide my hand briefly between her legs as she closes her eyes and waits for it. But I am also waiting for it, so I only lightly skim the surface of her pretty little pussy.

Sit down, my love, I say, and she makes herself at home on the stool. Her slick pussy is inches away from the toy's face, but just out of reach. Now, play with yourself while I play with your toy. She smiles and nods eagerly. She loves a good chance to tease a sub like this.

For centuries, those who are with women as they give birth have observed the psychosomatic connection between a loose jaw and a loose pelvic floor. When a woman is being stretched more than she ever thought she could be, it helps if she releases low pitched moans through a loose and open lower jaw. It helps to remain unclenched. Mr Important is about to experience something similar, but I do not have time to send him to birth preparation classes. Therefore, I need to shortcut the process in the form of an open ball gag, placed into his mouth and strapped tightly behind his head.

And more lube. With a long, thin syringe, I insert a small amount of silicone lube into the hole. I smooth some more over the fingers of my gloved hand.

You look like you are having fun, Baby.

Oh, I am, Miss Ivy.

Lovely. Now, carry on, and ask your toy to sing, God Save The Queen.

You heard her, Baby Domme says, as she removes her hand from between her legs and runs her wet fingers through his hair. Sing for us.

I place the pad of my index finger on the rim of his hole and leave it there, still, waiting. The words are muffled through the open ball gag but still clear enough to hear, as the toy begins to sing.

God save our gracious Queen,

Long live our noble Queen,

God save the Queen!

I insert my whole finger, pressing deep inside, and the toy pauses his efforts.

Tell him to sing, Baby. She falls down to her knees so that she is straddling his head, her wet pussy grazing his ear as she fondles her clit above it. Sing, slut, she says.

Send her victorious,

Happy and Glorious,

Long to reign over us;

God save the Queen!

I insert two fingers, stretch and probe. His words are becoming breathless and gurgling due to the spit catching in the gag. But he continues. That's better, I say, smiling at Baby Domme, pleased with her toy.

O Lord our God arise,

Scatter her enemies

And make them fall;

I insert three fingers, stretching them apart as wide as I can while he sings.

Confound their politics,

Frustrate their knavish tricks,

On Thee our hopes we fix,

God, save us all!

I insert the fourth finger. They glide in easily. I can feel his sphincter resist at first, but as the singing continues, and my four fingers slide gently in and out, it relaxes and stretches. I can tell it is ready.

Thy choicest gifts in store

On her be pleased to pour;

Long may she reign;

At least he is patriotically trained enough to know more than the first verse. I fold my thumb in. My hand is now in a 'Pringle fingers' position, the kind of manual gymnastics everyone uses when they want one of the final crisps in the tube.

May she defend our laws,

And ever give us cause

To sing with heart and voice,

God save the Queen!

And as my upper knuckles slip past the final squeeze of resistance, my fingers curl around my thumb. My entire hand is surrounded by a pulsing warmth, and we are in.

Tell him to sing the first verse again, Baby. She lowers herself a bit so that she is rubbing her clit against his ear, her hands resting on his upper back for balance. Sing it again, slut, she says, just as breathless as he is.

God save our gracious Queen,

Long live our noble Queen,

God save the Queen!

I rotate my fist slowly, gently, occasionally thrusting a bit deeper.

Send her victorious,

Happy and Glorious,

Long to reign over us;

God save the Queen!

Indeed, I say, God save the Queen, as I uncurl my fingers and slip my hand out of the hot mess of a hole I've been training.

Well done, Toy, I say as I dispose of my glove, wash my hands, and help Baby Domme up onto her feet. Now up on your knees, face this way.

I yank the leash attached to Mr Important's collar to lift his torso up, and he is kneeling again. The ankle cuffs still bind his ankles, wrists still bound behind his back, cage still hanging on his useless cock.

Try not to interrupt us, I say. Oh, that's right, you can't. Well, just stay there then.

I reach out to Baby Domme and pull her closer to me. Mr Important is on his knees between us, his right shoulder just at my clit level. I split my legs slightly, lifting the hem of my dress, and press my belly into the side of his head. And I pull Baby Domme closer so that she is doing the same.

That was a very good demonstration, Baby, I say as I run my finger down her sternum. Now, please can you show me my toy...

Yes, I can, Miss Ivy. As she removes her button-down shirt, I run my finger across the edge of her bra, over her beautiful handfuls. My right hand taking in her body as she shares it, observing how she feels under my palms as she moves. My left hand snakes around her waist, pressing us both into Mr Important's head.

Will you kiss me, Miss Ivy?

I will kiss you, I tell her, my sweet little Baby. I will kiss you all over.

Our lips connect softly at first, exploring each other as delicately and without hurry. My right hand continues to explore her curves. I slip my hand down, under her skirt, I run it up her thigh. My forearm knocks roughly past Mr Important's face, as my fingers move closer to their target. Her well-warmed pussy is so fucking wet, and my fingers love it.

I can feel myself exhale, as I can hear Baby groan. I grind my clit against Mr Important's shoulder as I explore the beautifully wet warmth swallowing up my fingers. I pull her tightly towards me as our kiss becomes rough and eager. I use my hip to push Mr Important's head into her clit, so she has something rubbing her off inside and out. I am not in a hurry; I am in the zone. And we do this until I feel her legs begin to shake.

To be continued...